Spam attack!
Dec. 22nd, 2003 05:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
out_thereYou know, I'm finding it hard to imagine anyone less likely to do any actual work than me this afternoon. I mean, seriously. When I'm actually doing some quick editing on last night's smut, while sitting at my computer, I am bored.
Meanwhile, the present tense continues to be my sneaky nemesis. I write a fic in past tense, and it slithers its way into the middle of smutty paragraphs. Not all of them, mind you. Just a few paragraphs. Then it lies low, waits for me to grow comfortable in past tense protection, before striking again. It's like lightning. Never strikes the same place twice.
And Lex is staring at me, holding his Chrissy gift. *bg* You have no idea how much a Lex can brighten up a dulled stacked desk.
Meanwhile, the present tense continues to be my sneaky nemesis. I write a fic in past tense, and it slithers its way into the middle of smutty paragraphs. Not all of them, mind you. Just a few paragraphs. Then it lies low, waits for me to grow comfortable in past tense protection, before striking again. It's like lightning. Never strikes the same place twice.
And Lex is staring at me, holding his Chrissy gift. *bg* You have no idea how much a Lex can brighten up a dulled stacked desk.
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Date: 2003-12-22 04:23 am (UTC)Damn it, accidently knick my finger while making dinner, now I can't type properly...
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PS/ Leeexxxxx..... Mmmmm.....
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Date: 2003-12-22 01:52 pm (UTC)I'm trying to work out whether I should bring Lex home, or leave him at work. It's a tricky decision, I tell you.