May. 17th, 2003

estepheia: (They're only words...)
What to do when your two beta readers agree on only two things but have diametrically opposed views on everything else? When beta 2 thinks that beta 1's favorite scenes ought to be cut?

I finished the last chapter of TPTP. Kinda. And then got two people to read it. Thank you, you know who you are. And now I did the cowardly and lazy thing - I sent both their comments back to Marcee.
*Sigh*
Shoot. Me. Now.
estepheia: (Out for a walk. Bitch.)
Yay. I rummaged through my wardrobe today and chanced upon a festive dress I haven't worn for 10 years or so because it was too small (and for lack of occasion). It's black satin, with an inbuilt corset thingy round the waist and deep cleavage. The skirt has a layer of black gauze or whatever that scratchy transparent stuff is called. I bought it for my dancing course finals, wore it about three times and then no more.

I tried it on, and I DID manage to get inside and not look like a troll. It's too tight, BUT that's nothing sensible eating won't fix. I have now an additional incentive to say no to chocolate and tortilla chips. It's still two months till Tampa.

Hubby and I were planning to fast again next month, so hopefully I will be able to save the money for a goth outfit for Vulkon in Tampa.

I also found black lace gloves. Now I only need a dog collar and a decent studded belt, some stick on tatoos, an idea what to do with my hair, stockings and boots.

I used to have a studded leather bracelet - it would be cool if I could find that too.

My real sorrow is that I can't wear my favorite piece of no-longer-fitting clothing: my tail. No, not what you think, tsk. A black dinner jacket with two long tails at the back, that looks fabulous with blue jeans. I bought that in London - twenty years ago. I could never bring myself to part with it. :-)
estepheia: (Out for a walk. Bitch.)
I've been sitting here for over two hours now, listlessly clicking links, checking friends' posts, craving fic, sorta, glaring at my husband for no reason at all, clicking again, glaring at the children, checking out boards and lists, but without great enthusiasm (there's a soapbox day at BBF), writing a few sentences for Flight of Fancy - and deleting them, and generally feeling blah.
I think I know what the problem is: I'm waiting for Marcee to appear in my IM window, waiting for her to download the latest version of TPTP (plus comments from two betas), read it, make a decision (or authorise me to make it), and maybe add to it, so I can finally get that story out of the way. It will be such a relief.
I'm really not very good at waiting. *Sigh* I wish I could channel that writing urge into something else.

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