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rthstewart) wrote2011-01-19 08:28 pm
rthstewart) wrote2011-01-19 08:28 pm
I've got a bad feeling about this
So, see, it's like this. Thanks to over-writing the last chapter I have a mostly finished next chapter of Apostolic Way ready to go. Woot! Thanks ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
snacky ! Snacky helped with the edit on chapter 5 and 6. So, I'm beginning Chapter 7, The Queen Susan in Liverpool (by the by, I don't suppose any of you very clever folks know anything about the ethnic mix of Liverpool in 1942 other than the fact that there were 20,000 Chinese in the port city and that thousands of Chinese men were working in the merchant marines? And had married British women? Right then, moving on).
Also, in a series of comments back and forth in the previous entryl_a_r_m extolls the virtues and glories of WC Tebbitt and I embarrassingly admit to developing (for the first time) a serious crush on Lt. Col. Clark. Really, 20 years writing fic and I'm falling for an OC. I am feeling immense sympathy for Dorothy Sayers. I'm even casting Lt. Col. Clark in my head, which as someone who avoids the dread visuals, this is nothing short of earth shattering. I'm very ashamed.
As a consequence, I've been talking about it all, to myself, in the car during my daily commute. It's cheaper than therapy and without the side effects of medication. I've mentioned before that I do this. Since beginning fan fic again, I don't listen to NPR. I talk to imaginary friends about fan fic in the car, with a blue tooth headset so that people don't think I'm crazy. Lt. Col. Clark has been taking up a lot of time the last week as I work through my fangirl crush and listen over and over to the Children of Dune soundtrack.
Except now, a colleague was injured and is in a cast and so now... I've offered to give him daily lifts to and from work. In my car. Every day. Morning and afternoon.
This is bad. For the most part, I do this fic by myself, me, myself, I, and the inside of the Mazda or Toyota. My colleague is a nerdy, geeking guy, sort of. But, no. Just no.
snacky ! Snacky helped with the edit on chapter 5 and 6. So, I'm beginning Chapter 7, The Queen Susan in Liverpool (by the by, I don't suppose any of you very clever folks know anything about the ethnic mix of Liverpool in 1942 other than the fact that there were 20,000 Chinese in the port city and that thousands of Chinese men were working in the merchant marines? And had married British women? Right then, moving on). Also, in a series of comments back and forth in the previous entry
l_a_r_m extolls the virtues and glories of WC Tebbitt and I embarrassingly admit to developing (for the first time) a serious crush on Lt. Col. Clark. Really, 20 years writing fic and I'm falling for an OC. I am feeling immense sympathy for Dorothy Sayers. I'm even casting Lt. Col. Clark in my head, which as someone who avoids the dread visuals, this is nothing short of earth shattering. I'm very ashamed. As a consequence, I've been talking about it all, to myself, in the car during my daily commute. It's cheaper than therapy and without the side effects of medication. I've mentioned before that I do this. Since beginning fan fic again, I don't listen to NPR. I talk to imaginary friends about fan fic in the car, with a blue tooth headset so that people don't think I'm crazy. Lt. Col. Clark has been taking up a lot of time the last week as I work through my fangirl crush and listen over and over to the Children of Dune soundtrack.
Except now, a colleague was injured and is in a cast and so now... I've offered to give him daily lifts to and from work. In my car. Every day. Morning and afternoon.
This is bad. For the most part, I do this fic by myself, me, myself, I, and the inside of the Mazda or Toyota. My colleague is a nerdy, geeking guy, sort of. But, no. Just no.