WHAT DOES THAT MAKE US? BIG DAMN MULTI-QUOTES, SIR. AIN'T WE JUST.
There is no gap between us, Psycho. There is only--
Oh, you mean on posts.
Eh, close away.
Easy tiger
Heck, I want a moon base!
I am writing a story about moon bases. That is how much I want a moon base.
I thought you Brits knew how to cope with sheep: sheer them, milk them, eat the young ones, send the old farts like Bos to Wales, where they can serve a completely different (and icky) purpose.
And an X-Wing.
Seriously. I've always wanted one.
I used to have a jacket with "X-Wing Rogue Squad" on the back. I was cool like that in my teens.
Christ.
Just coming in to say that I am writing the most boring, dryest sex scene ever. Gah. Lord help me on the rewrite.
Set something on fire. That usually livens up a boring scene.
So all this talk of writing is giving me an inferiority complex. Why cant I plot?! Why??? And it's not like I'm incapable of it, I just stare blankly at my 'what if' idea and go 'uh, then what???' I can imagine a whole world and the characters but I cant move them coherently forward. Blah
Boy, if only someone had just mentioned a cool new way to plot things on--
You know what? Never mind.
*pets plot Gantt chart* Don't worry, baby. I love you even if no one else does.
And this post was in reference to Pyscho but interrupted by Bos. Awkward.
Er yes. I am a bit chatty. But that is not in any way because I am trying to win the Cantina.
*cough*
I hear you on the plotting, Fen. I've got a million page outline in the works - including scene work - but for some reason I can't get my middle area as hot and focused as the beginning and end. It's so cold and vague. I hatesssss it.
Oh boy, if only someone had--
Forget it.
Evening folks. So tonight stomach is alternating between nausea and hunger. I am confused as to what it wants. Also MrMacologist is very late back from work so I am alone in a cold house with nothing to do but watch Glee and try and be warm. Dire.
Whut up peeps?
I remember. 
