It's a post!
Yes, that rare elusive species that hardly ever arises in this simmylicious wasteland.
And - dear god - it's not even about sims! Now, that is a shock.
(Well, okay, it is slightly about sims, but I'm an obsessive.)
Anyhoos, dearest readers, in around 10 minutes time, it will officially be the first of July, and therefore: JULNO TIEM.
*Random interpretive dance of panic*
At this moment in time I am experiencing a great tidal wave of unadulterated panic, topped off with a sprinkle of holy crap.
I feel I haven't planned enough, which is wierd, because this is the most I've ever ever planned before in my life. But then again, this strange writerly concoction is pretty much my brainchild of wowness. It even has a plot!
(This is the part where I hear shocked and horrified gasps, along with cries of HEATHEN! HEAAATTHHHEEENNN! :p)
It also has fantastically unusual mix of characters from everything I've ever written, which is going to be so much fun that I'm actually grinning just anticipating it. Woot for my imaginary friends being back from their holidays! Especially Loki, who is not going to die this time round. HE'S NOT. Rawr. I'd like to say he's going to be angst free too... but that's really not going to happen XD
HOWEVER, whilst I am super-excited by my plotterific skillage, I'm equally terrified that it's going to turn out completely wrong and highly incoherant. And if that happens, I'm going to be incredibly disappointed, because I've put so much work into the planning of this. But having said that, I'll probably be somewhat dissapointed anyway, because I don't think anything I ever write quite turns out the way I imagine it in my head - as if some of the magic of it has been lost in the transition. And because I'm not a fantastic writer, I sometimes get the urge to mow down awesome authors, and transplant their brains into my own, so I can carry out my plots and characters by the way of EPIC WIN as opposed to EPIC PHAIL.
Alas, our scientists have not advanced technology so far.
*Sigh*
BUT NEVER FEAR.
THERE SHALL BE SMUDGEMUFFINS AND MINDSEX GALORE.
And probably descriptive paragraphs on runaway mutant chickens, just like last year.
Now - on your marks... get set...
WTRRRRRIITTTTTTTTTEEE!
(Only I'm going to bed XD)
About Me
- Beccaa
- 17, PBB member, FY-obsessed, creator of numerous fictional characters, completely insane.
5 comments:
Oh My Flapping God!! Look at that! A post!!
Oh, you're a fabulous writer! Tell you what, swap!?
Auf die Plaetze,
Fertig,
Los!
Und sie geht!
Das war nicht nett, jetz sie muss Babelfish benutzen.
Also, Deutsch....
AAAAaaaaaaaarrrgggghhhhh!!
Herr Clarke sagt dass immer!
Mwahaha.
Aber Becky kann dass nicht verstehen, also sie spricht Franzoesisch. Ich weine, weil ich Franzoesisch sprechen will. :(
So, this is what I got from Babelfish:
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On the places, Finished, Loosely!
And it goes!
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That was not nice, jetz it must Babelfish use.
Also, German…
AAAAaaaaaaaarrrgggghhhhh!!
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Mr. Clarke says that always!
Mwahaha.
But Becky cannot that understand, thus it speaks French.
I cry, because I want to speak French. : (
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Hahahaha! XD
And Kat - yes. We should arrange brain swappage some time.
:p
(And thankyou! ^_^)
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