Visited the grandmother this weekend, managed to go the whole time without any major incidents with my mother. I finally read A Thousand Splendid fucking Suns to see what the hype was about and actually liked it more than I expected.
On a more frivolous note, I reread A Separate Peace on the drive back home and am jonesing for schoolboy slash. I should bug
nakeno, when she's free, about working on jailbait!Wilson stuff. Or maybe try my hand at another Dead Poets Society fic. Way more interesting than cleaning my room.
On a more frivolous note, I reread A Separate Peace on the drive back home and am jonesing for schoolboy slash. I should bug
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...might be useful for pose studies...I mean, oh my! *swoons*
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Although maybe it just shows my tastes were firmly in place even back then.
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That icon could not be more appropriate.
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Thank you! There's a fair amount of personal subtext to the icon, which I could explain if you're willing to hear it.
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Much later, I used the dream as the base of the end product of my creative writing class.
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That's really neat--I love it when dreams linger long enough to actually make sense once you wake up. I've had so many that I've thought, while dreaming them, would make excellent stories, but it's almost never quite as interesting once I'm awake and trying to piece everything back together. I've also never taken a creative writing class, though it's crossed my mind. I think at this point I'm not quite brave enough to go there.
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What helped me the most about my writing classes were having set deadlines and talking to people face-to-face about what I'd written. I'll probably join a writer's group and get the exact same benefits without worrying about my GPA.
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