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Okay, I am probably enough on top of my stress levels to break hiatus.

THIS JUST IN: surgery is exhausting. And smelly. And -- kind of boring. Clearly I am not cut out to be Cristina Yang :(

ALSO JUST IN: I was idly procratinating by clicking around my folder of old, hilariously bad aborted novels, and I had the epiphany that one of them would be COMPLETELY AWESOME if I changed the primary male character to a female character (and thus the main relationship to a snarky lesbian romance!). I believe in that story's potential, it has three concurrent plots and jewellery theft and a fairy revolution and Punishment By Paperwork and a small pantheon of absent-minded gods. And many arguments about fashion. It would be ideal for a NaNo project if that were ever, ever likely to happen.

bombs away

I'M IN. I don't think I've managed to get to one of these things before the comment capacity is maxed out for a very long time, so let's see if I have any luck this time around. Anon, not-anon, whatever.

Plus, the text, it's so colourful! YOU WANT TO CLICK.

❝i've always wanted to tell you❞

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I copied this passage from Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, printed it, and then stuck it up above my computer in the hope that staring at it will do me good. Sometimes what you need isn't a pep talk but rather a reminder that no story ever wrote itself, and it's always easy to think up new excuses not to take the chance.

...he had always spoken of his book as something for the distant future. He had a quite unreasonable terror of committing himself to paper which eight years of London adulation had not cured. All his volumes of private notes and histories and journals had yet to be seen by anyone ... He could never believe himself ready to publish: he could never be sure that he had got at the truth; he did not believe he had thought long enough upon the matter; he did not know if it were a fit subject to place before the public...