I've been on AW and Twitter for six hours straight.
It doesn't seem to be helping me get my story written.
I can't figure out why.
Things get productive around hour eight or nine, I promise. Keep truckin'.
I've been on AW and Twitter for six hours straight.
It doesn't seem to be helping me get my story written.
I can't figure out why.
Ooops! Sorry Aggy. I really didn't mean to send anyone new bunnies.
I WAS going to joke and ask if I could do my story in gifs but that doesn't involve words,
As always, knowing Cobra is a flexible man helps tremendously.
I don't mind saying, two years on, that I am probably a (the?) reason the radio silence rule was implemented. (Sorry Cobra - I know now it's an anxiety thing. ;.; ) Now at least I know that extensions are the norm rather than the exception and y'all are serious about not taking this too seriously.
Does Cobra know you spy on him during yoga?
^
ETA: I don't think I'm gonna be able to keep my word about not sending Cobra another update; I corrected a typo and added a bit to the story. But I'ma wait for just a bit and not rush into re-sending like I done did already.
One of these days my brain will be able to word again. I promise.
In the meantime I have lots of scenes mentally written, but the getting-them-onto-paper (so to speak) part is proving difficult.
(I do seem to have made it most of the day sans fever so maybe things are on an upswing. We'll see.)
A likely story. *eyes suspiciously*
You're a genius, Jay! *wanders off to find cookies*Maybe you need to open your document, Lil. That's always a good start.
Things get productive around hour eight or nine, I promise. Keep truckin'.
*plot bunny wiggles nose*
God dammit.
*hurls carrots toward Wink's cabin*
*sets up the invisible fence around Wink's cabin, trapping the carrot-inebriated bunnies*
*walks away whistling innocently*
Actually, the loop on the one shoe got caught on one of the grommet/higher up hook thingies for tightening laces around ankles on the other shoe (winter snow boots). Which meant when I tried to take a normal step, it meant face plant.
Eta: same effect as if someone had tied my shoelaces together as a prank. I swear I'm cursed.
And ever have one of those slow-mo horror realizations that you know what's happened but it's already in motion so all you can think is "oh god this is going to hurt + oh my god EVERYBODY IS GOING TO SEE THIS as my milk goes flying"? Yeah, that.
If anybody is still looking for a plot bunny, there you go.
Actually, the loop on the one shoe got caught on one of the grommet/higher up hook thingies for tightening laces around ankles on the other shoe (winter snow boots). Which meant when I tried to take a normal step, it meant face plant.