An important announcement
Jul. 2nd, 2003 11:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hmpfHP fanfic, or rather, S/R fanfic has corrupted me. Totally. So, today, while I was trying to listen to Dr. Copestake, a pair of muses sat on my shoulders and started whispering to me, or rather, started holding me hostage at wandpoint. . . to write slash. Harry Potter slash.
Laugh if you have to. It might be the best reaction. It's probably what I should have done, although the class would have certainly thought I'd lost my mind (and they wouldn't have been half wrong, either!) Instead, alas, I started scribbling, and I was still scribbling two hours later in 'Introduction to Cultural Theory' (Bourdieu and DeCerteau - see, I *did* listen, at least a little bit.)
Of course, the frelling muses had to turn up at a time in my life when I have *absolutely* no time to spare due to a multitude of demands from too many directions on the sparse time I have left before I leave for my semester in England. Luckily, this Friday through Monday I'll be on an excursion (sharing a tent with someone I can only describe as the last true 'gentleman archeologist'), which would prevent me from getting anything 'serious' done, anyway, and so I'm planning to use what little spare time I will have on that excursion to write. If I manage to sew the bits and pieces I have now into something resembling a coherent story by Tuesday, I may even submit it to the Fill in the Blanks challenge.
Sheesh. I never *asked* for a slash muse, did I?
Let's hope tomorrow's Farscape Season One night won't wake the Farscape muses, as well. I really couldn't feed any more muses right now.
And now, to make up for the loss of time of the excursion, back to my regularly scheduled Zwischenprüfungsvorbereitung. I still have a whole book on the bronze age to read today, and it's already 23:00!
Laugh if you have to. It might be the best reaction. It's probably what I should have done, although the class would have certainly thought I'd lost my mind (and they wouldn't have been half wrong, either!) Instead, alas, I started scribbling, and I was still scribbling two hours later in 'Introduction to Cultural Theory' (Bourdieu and DeCerteau - see, I *did* listen, at least a little bit.)
Of course, the frelling muses had to turn up at a time in my life when I have *absolutely* no time to spare due to a multitude of demands from too many directions on the sparse time I have left before I leave for my semester in England. Luckily, this Friday through Monday I'll be on an excursion (sharing a tent with someone I can only describe as the last true 'gentleman archeologist'), which would prevent me from getting anything 'serious' done, anyway, and so I'm planning to use what little spare time I will have on that excursion to write. If I manage to sew the bits and pieces I have now into something resembling a coherent story by Tuesday, I may even submit it to the Fill in the Blanks challenge.
Sheesh. I never *asked* for a slash muse, did I?
Let's hope tomorrow's Farscape Season One night won't wake the Farscape muses, as well. I really couldn't feed any more muses right now.
And now, to make up for the loss of time of the excursion, back to my regularly scheduled Zwischenprüfungsvorbereitung. I still have a whole book on the bronze age to read today, and it's already 23:00!
