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YO SUP LJ?
15 Jan 2006 07:43 pmI'd bitch about how awful it is to be away from the Internet for a WHOLE TWO DAYS but I think it was good for me, because I wrote 5000 words solid on a new fic. And I like it! And it's fun! And mostly about sex, but that is totally not my fault!
Actually, the no-Internet was annoying in strange unexpected ways, such as the fact that I needed to look up the names of the Twelve Colonies in BSG and I also needed some kind of online anatomy guide because as soon as I start writing from the perspective of a scientist my fics insist on getting all technical.
...alternatively, now that I'm at home, I can harass my father the orthopaedic surgeon. Excellent.
~
So for a moment they dance in silence, just the hum-hiss of breath over the music, and Gaius struggles to find something that he knows in the situation. There are the comfortable mathematical differences in the wavelengths of blue and green light, there is the feel of her distal phalanges resting over his scapula and there is the light chemical mingling of her perfume and his cologne into something altogether different but not unpleasant.
Round and round and around again. Coordinated steps. The music changes.
~
Y'all are really sick of me talking about BSG, aren't you?
Uh.
Tough. Sorry.
Actually, the no-Internet was annoying in strange unexpected ways, such as the fact that I needed to look up the names of the Twelve Colonies in BSG and I also needed some kind of online anatomy guide because as soon as I start writing from the perspective of a scientist my fics insist on getting all technical.
...alternatively, now that I'm at home, I can harass my father the orthopaedic surgeon. Excellent.
~
So for a moment they dance in silence, just the hum-hiss of breath over the music, and Gaius struggles to find something that he knows in the situation. There are the comfortable mathematical differences in the wavelengths of blue and green light, there is the feel of her distal phalanges resting over his scapula and there is the light chemical mingling of her perfume and his cologne into something altogether different but not unpleasant.
Round and round and around again. Coordinated steps. The music changes.
~
Y'all are really sick of me talking about BSG, aren't you?
Uh.
