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I am doing everything in my power not to write this stupid original fic that wants me to. I should never have opened the fucking door and thought about it. Oh my god.
(Because of course I looked at that make money writing erotica on amazon! post and was like yeah I could do that and no i can’t jfc I can’t write on command are you serious that thing wanted me to go look at the top 100 stories and like analyze them and write something similar and bitch you know I can’t do that, what the fuck, I’ll try to write a formulaic 45k-word m/f secret baby Ds to order, and wind up with a 500,000-word poly 8-way meditation on the nature of sentience with actual dragons and metaphorical Jeeps, just you watch. And I bet you anything the m and f I created expressly to bang will actually never bang.)
(I just Googled homing pigeons and falconry. Next I gotta learn about ham radios. I’m not writing this. Fuck.)
(She’s a giant sloth herder. And they run out of pigeons after the ham radio breaks so her mom makes her go to the city to get more. And she meets an unfulfilled radio parts manufacturer, and they uncover an unsavory plot. And– no shut up.)
I have to clean my house today like really really really, so I am spared somewhat. I did just go assemble a huge box full of everything green or brown I had meant to cut up for scrap fabrics, because I have an idea for an art quilt wall hanging thing I have been meaning to make, and I’m going to fucking do it, even if I fuck it up, so.
I also have to clean and wash those two fleeces this weekend. So I really really don’t have time.
(What if she was a mammoth herder. What then. God it’s all I’ve ever wanted.)
I am doing everything in my power not to write this stupid original fic that wants me to. I should never have opened the fucking door and thought about it. Oh my god.
(Because of course I looked at that make money writing erotica on amazon! post and was like yeah I could do that and no i can’t jfc I can’t write on command are you serious that thing wanted me to go look at the top 100 stories and like analyze them and write something similar and bitch you know I can’t do that, what the fuck, I’ll try to write a formulaic 45k-word m/f secret baby Ds to order, and wind up with a 500,000-word poly 8-way meditation on the nature of sentience with actual dragons and metaphorical Jeeps, just you watch. And I bet you anything the m and f I created expressly to bang will actually never bang.)
(I just Googled homing pigeons and falconry. Next I gotta learn about ham radios. I’m not writing this. Fuck.)
(She’s a giant sloth herder. And they run out of pigeons after the ham radio breaks so her mom makes her go to the city to get more. And she meets an unfulfilled radio parts manufacturer, and they uncover an unsavory plot. And– no shut up.)
I have to clean my house today like really really really, so I am spared somewhat. I did just go assemble a huge box full of everything green or brown I had meant to cut up for scrap fabrics, because I have an idea for an art quilt wall hanging thing I have been meaning to make, and I’m going to fucking do it, even if I fuck it up, so.
I also have to clean and wash those two fleeces this weekend. So I really really don’t have time.
(What if she was a mammoth herder. What then. God it’s all I’ve ever wanted.)
