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In the small hours of this morning, my stomach gave an extra-large growl and woke me up. I was HUUUUUUUUUUUNGRY! So very HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNGRY that even my spine felt hollow!
Madness! I had eaten a delicious giant bowl of beef stroganoff yesterday night, and that was preceeded by normal-type lunches and breakfasts and snacks. Of course, the same thing happened yesterday morning, which is how I came to be eating breakfast at 6:15am. A 4am breakfast didn't seem like such a good idea on a workday, so I buried myself under my blankets and tried to go back to sleep.
This ... did not happen right away. In my food-deprived state, my brain was seized by a plot bunny of particularly dubious origins, being inspired by a summary I had misread whilst trawling the Babyon 5 section of FF.net last night. (I had misread the summary and thought, "That sounds ace! I wish I'd had that idea!" Then I read the actual fic, or at least the first few paragraphs, and realised that I'd totally failed at comprehending the actual meaning of the summary, and also, full stops are not an optional extra in most English prose. Which was disappointing, but at least, my 4am brain pointed out, that meant the initial idea was mine to take.)
Finally I got back to sleep, and dreamed of my plot bunny, and then it followed me around at work. It has turned out to be the most insistent idea I've had in ages, with the result that I started handwriting the fic in my lunch break. So far, it contains 235 words that only suck a little, which is a promising start. I have this odd feeling that I'm going to have to take another look at "The Deconstruction of Falling Stars" to get the timeline straight, so don't letignorant pro-authors anyone tell you that fic writers don't suffer for their art.
Now I am HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNGRY again. WTF is wrong with me? I'm eating the same as I always do. Maybe it's the onset of winter? Maybe it's a psychological trick caused by the bit where I glanced in a mirror on Saturday and thought I'd lost weight? (Upon further reflection -- GEDDIT? -- I don't think I have; I think I've just gotten used to my appearance, and stopped expecting to see a skinny girl in my place. Which is good, because a satisfactory body image is a hell of a lot easier than flailing around trying to lose weight, not that I've ever gone as far as actual flailing, because I'm lazy.)
Madness! I had eaten a delicious giant bowl of beef stroganoff yesterday night, and that was preceeded by normal-type lunches and breakfasts and snacks. Of course, the same thing happened yesterday morning, which is how I came to be eating breakfast at 6:15am. A 4am breakfast didn't seem like such a good idea on a workday, so I buried myself under my blankets and tried to go back to sleep.
This ... did not happen right away. In my food-deprived state, my brain was seized by a plot bunny of particularly dubious origins, being inspired by a summary I had misread whilst trawling the Babyon 5 section of FF.net last night. (I had misread the summary and thought, "That sounds ace! I wish I'd had that idea!" Then I read the actual fic, or at least the first few paragraphs, and realised that I'd totally failed at comprehending the actual meaning of the summary, and also, full stops are not an optional extra in most English prose. Which was disappointing, but at least, my 4am brain pointed out, that meant the initial idea was mine to take.)
Finally I got back to sleep, and dreamed of my plot bunny, and then it followed me around at work. It has turned out to be the most insistent idea I've had in ages, with the result that I started handwriting the fic in my lunch break. So far, it contains 235 words that only suck a little, which is a promising start. I have this odd feeling that I'm going to have to take another look at "The Deconstruction of Falling Stars" to get the timeline straight, so don't let
Now I am HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNGRY again. WTF is wrong with me? I'm eating the same as I always do. Maybe it's the onset of winter? Maybe it's a psychological trick caused by the bit where I glanced in a mirror on Saturday and thought I'd lost weight? (Upon further reflection -- GEDDIT? -- I don't think I have; I think I've just gotten used to my appearance, and stopped expecting to see a skinny girl in my place. Which is good, because a satisfactory body image is a hell of a lot easier than flailing around trying to lose weight, not that I've ever gone as far as actual flailing, because I'm lazy.)
