Two Days In...

[handful_ofdust]

...and I think this new schedule may well kill me, if this fucking cold doesn't do it first. I'm blowing constantly, stuff is certainly coming out (in bucketfulls), but it doesn't make a damn bit of difference. I'm exhausted, itchy, sweaty, hurt-y. Nothing fits.

Also: My printer's almost out of ink, and it looks like I actually may have thrown away a brand-new, $200.00 cartridge during my post-Christmas cleaning frenzy. Jesus Christ!

Oh, and we have no money, AGAIN. And I have to go to the Geneva Centre on Thursday night, for yet another orientation (apparently a pre-requisite for Cal's therapy assessment); thank God agincourtgirl can cover me. And I haven't written a word for a week and a half. Fuuuuuck.

In other news, re-watching Gangs and re-reading my own fic entrails has me thinking again about The Heart's Filthy Lesson, which has evolved somewhat from the last time I discussed/outlined it. Wondering once more if it'd fit into this general steampunk fantasy-horror wave, or if I could write it fast enough to make it do so. It is, after all, somewhat of a truly screwed romance--and romance is big, these days. Hum.

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thinking again about The Heart's Filthy Lesson, which has evolved somewhat from the last time I discussed/outlined it. Wondering once more if it'd fit into this general steampunk fantasy-horror wave, or if I could write it fast enough to make it do so. It is, after all, somewhat of a truly screwed romance--and romance is big, these days. Hum.

I have no idea about steampunk fantasy-horror, but based on the title and the truly screwed romance, I'd totally read it.