WORTH 50,000: DAY FOUR - Walk the sky.

[momebie]

I'm late! I'm sorry. Or I would be, if I could breathe. Stupid body picking the worst weekend to go south on me. Anyway, good afternoon, writers! I managed to be JUST AHEAD of the clip at the end of writing yesterday, which means I didn't really get very much written at all and that I have a haul ahead of me today. It's okay though, I know where I'm going with it, for once. My last sentence last night was: He sat down heavily on the couch and turned on the television, hoping to take his mind off of everything for a few moments. Not about pizza at all. See? I can do this.

Of course, matthewbowers immediately suggested that the next bit should be that the couch EATS HIM, which would be an interesting twist, but would stall the kissing even longer and I think barbed_whispers is going to start even wondering what the point of all this is if I don't work in at least SOME kissing. Is there something you've had trouble making happen that needs to happen, writers? Today's photograph wants you to know that anything is possible.


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[ceredonia.livejournal.com]

Chrysta and I are super sick too. WTF? What is this mutant cold-thing going around killing us?! And the worst weekend, too. I'm working all weekend AND with NaNo, it's stifling my creativity. Blah.

That is such a cool picture! And actually fits in with my FF7 fanfic I'm writing today for my 6th story. :)

You know, if you look at it long enough, that looks like Nolan from Revenge. :)

[momebie.livejournal.com]

FF7 FIC. Man, I have not thought about that in ages. I never played the games, but I used to have a friend here on LJ that loved them and had ships and tried to get me to read the transcripts so I could write fic too.

Also, &Nolan;

I hope you're no longer dying. I'm actually feeling better today, finally.