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My week, and kissing.
Jun. 27th, 2003 02:42 pmHey look, lj is working. I am not, however. It's very slow here today, and I've got nothing more to do than answer the odd phone call.
My Week
I've had rather a pleasant week. On Monday I bought two new garden benches and built them, and on Tuesday I filched a large piece of fake black marble from a skip and made a garden table. Last night friends came round and we drank the obligatory amount of wine (ie too much), and they really liked my photos of their wedding! Relief. I've made headway with this damned paper at last, and now it's just a struggle to the death between me, some bar charts and some graphics. God I hate Word. Lastly, I've been rereading OotP, slowly this time and am noticing so much more than I did the first time.
Tomorrow, friends are coming to visit and I'm having a little garden party to celebrate my 33 and a third birthday. It's a bit late, it should really have been last week, but hey. This month is a celebratory month anyway. Everything's good. And G has got some serious gossip about her life. I can't wait to hear it.
Kissing
I was beginning to think that I didn't have any story kinks that weren't annoying abstract concepts, but I was wrong. So wrong. When I look at my own stories, I can suddenly see it as plain as day. I don't know how I overlooked kissing.
I had this little epiphany when I discovered that the contrelamontre challenge this week is about kissing. Of course, sod's law that I've been to busy this week to do anything for it.
I like being tantalised with hints and subtle insinuations. Kissing is a bit like that, or rather, it can be. It's a beginning, or a promise of something more, or a declaration of love, or lust, even. I could waffle on at length about why kissing is a story kink for me, but now is not the time. I think I'll just get it out my system by writing a story about kissing instead.
My Week
I've had rather a pleasant week. On Monday I bought two new garden benches and built them, and on Tuesday I filched a large piece of fake black marble from a skip and made a garden table. Last night friends came round and we drank the obligatory amount of wine (ie too much), and they really liked my photos of their wedding! Relief. I've made headway with this damned paper at last, and now it's just a struggle to the death between me, some bar charts and some graphics. God I hate Word. Lastly, I've been rereading OotP, slowly this time and am noticing so much more than I did the first time.
Tomorrow, friends are coming to visit and I'm having a little garden party to celebrate my 33 and a third birthday. It's a bit late, it should really have been last week, but hey. This month is a celebratory month anyway. Everything's good. And G has got some serious gossip about her life. I can't wait to hear it.
Kissing
I was beginning to think that I didn't have any story kinks that weren't annoying abstract concepts, but I was wrong. So wrong. When I look at my own stories, I can suddenly see it as plain as day. I don't know how I overlooked kissing.
I had this little epiphany when I discovered that the contrelamontre challenge this week is about kissing. Of course, sod's law that I've been to busy this week to do anything for it.
I like being tantalised with hints and subtle insinuations. Kissing is a bit like that, or rather, it can be. It's a beginning, or a promise of something more, or a declaration of love, or lust, even. I could waffle on at length about why kissing is a story kink for me, but now is not the time. I think I'll just get it out my system by writing a story about kissing instead.
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