I'm, ah, not dead?
So I had a really awesome plan with the
redismycolour thing. I was going to do them every day and use it as an excuse to be In The Chair as a writer, blah, blah, blah because this year I am writing a book and wanted to come in with a bit of play.
And then a handful of really excellent Actual Work landed on me, and, um. Yeah. So. The so-called Other Writing is going pretty well. My Respectable Alter Ego had an article in Crossed Genres this month about fanfiction as folklore, which I'm proud of.
I miss rolling around in fandom as much as I'd like. Grr. Argh. How is it already nearly March?
That being said, my Respectable Alter Ego will be at Gallifrey One this week! Panelizing at 11 AM on Saturday. About Torchwood. So, uh, that's a pretty heavy dose of fandom, right?
Of course, thinking, "Hey! Con!" reminded me that I still haven't posted hilarious pictures of myself from Dragon*Con. Of which I've got two.
( I've got no illusions that you all will respect me in the morning after this. )
And now, to slink away in shame. To my bed. Where if I get lonely I suppose I can find the foam toys I used to make my boobs and give them a little grope for old time's sake.
So I had a really awesome plan with the
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And then a handful of really excellent Actual Work landed on me, and, um. Yeah. So. The so-called Other Writing is going pretty well. My Respectable Alter Ego had an article in Crossed Genres this month about fanfiction as folklore, which I'm proud of.
I miss rolling around in fandom as much as I'd like. Grr. Argh. How is it already nearly March?
That being said, my Respectable Alter Ego will be at Gallifrey One this week! Panelizing at 11 AM on Saturday. About Torchwood. So, uh, that's a pretty heavy dose of fandom, right?
Of course, thinking, "Hey! Con!" reminded me that I still haven't posted hilarious pictures of myself from Dragon*Con. Of which I've got two.
( I've got no illusions that you all will respect me in the morning after this. )
And now, to slink away in shame. To my bed. Where if I get lonely I suppose I can find the foam toys I used to make my boobs and give them a little grope for old time's sake.