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My brother made a request yesterday that I only call him by his name and no longer refeer to him as my brother. I've never used 'my brother' to address him, but if he comes up in converstation I'm more likely to refeer to the fact that he's my brother then call him by name. Apparently this bothers him or perhaps I simply do it too much. I don't know. It hurt.
On a brighter note, I wrote my first femslash only piece and was pleased enough with the results to post it. Drabbles I've discovered are a bit easier to write simply for the fact that you don't have to go as into everything so much. Still I'm parcial to longer pieces, well longer pieces that don't go on and on, but know when to end.
I always feel weird writing sequels to things cause I have to think should the story continue, is there more story to tell. Often times the answer is yes and then I have to wonder if the story that could be told is worth telling, or if perhaps I didn't tell enough in the first story and that's why it needs a sequel. Maybe I think too much.
I have to go to work soon. I close tonight and get to work with the two people I really can't stand working with. It's not simply that they both treat me badly, are lazy and immature, but also that they're ignorant too. I have trouble dealing with ignorance. I can't stand it and it puts me on edge. That and the one woman seems to only speak in a whine. I just and to offer her some cheese to go with it and hope she shuts up. Oh well, can't have everything and I have to pay my bills somehow.
On a brighter note, I wrote my first femslash only piece and was pleased enough with the results to post it. Drabbles I've discovered are a bit easier to write simply for the fact that you don't have to go as into everything so much. Still I'm parcial to longer pieces, well longer pieces that don't go on and on, but know when to end.
I always feel weird writing sequels to things cause I have to think should the story continue, is there more story to tell. Often times the answer is yes and then I have to wonder if the story that could be told is worth telling, or if perhaps I didn't tell enough in the first story and that's why it needs a sequel. Maybe I think too much.
I have to go to work soon. I close tonight and get to work with the two people I really can't stand working with. It's not simply that they both treat me badly, are lazy and immature, but also that they're ignorant too. I have trouble dealing with ignorance. I can't stand it and it puts me on edge. That and the one woman seems to only speak in a whine. I just and to offer her some cheese to go with it and hope she shuts up. Oh well, can't have everything and I have to pay my bills somehow.
