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+ There is the most amazing gelato place in town. Seriously, this gelato is so good that I dreamt of it.
+ I have been having lots of anxiety dreams. (Not about gelato.) Calm the fuck down, brain.
+ Remember that excellent animated show X-Men: Evolution? I missed it when it was actually airing, but the spark of fannishness set off by XMFC prompted me to watch it, and it is lovely. (Kurt is my forever boy, and Rogue is my forever girl, but I already knew these things.) Now that I have run out of that show, I seem to be watching Downton Abbey, which is also lovely but does have a dearth of mutants. I wonder what Maggie Smith's mutant power would be.
+ I never actually paid much attention to the HP films while they were happening, but apparently now they are over I mildly care? So tumblr has sent me down a rabbit hole of interviews with Dan Radcliffe. And this kid is delightful. The cognitive dissonance of being fannish about everything, though, means that I'm having the twin reactions of "I want to be your friend!" and "I want to track down all the RPF about you being BFFs with Gary Oldman."
+ Because my brain is back in the fandom groove re: HP but it's been years and there's so much fic and I don't know where to start, I have instead been reading the old fic I wrote which is still on my hard drive. And by old fic, I mean things I wrote when I was thirteen and hilarious. Seriously, when I was thirteen I had no idea how to write human emotions. Everyone reads like a cheerful sociopath! I was so popular with the other thirteen-year-olds, too. I just. I am so glad I kept all the old stuff; it greatly cheers me to see how much I have improved.
+ Aaaand, okay, I am writing a novel now. Like, a proper not-fic maybe-publishable sort of novel, that has actual characters and an outline and a plot, and a het romance (that will not become a triad I swear) (also there are lesbians) and I don't even know, you guys, I am mostly reminding myself to have fun instead of trying to write something publishable, because I suspect that's the quickest way to make it torture. Right now I really like it! So that's what I'm up to. Ahhhh.
+ I have been having lots of anxiety dreams. (Not about gelato.) Calm the fuck down, brain.
+ Remember that excellent animated show X-Men: Evolution? I missed it when it was actually airing, but the spark of fannishness set off by XMFC prompted me to watch it, and it is lovely. (Kurt is my forever boy, and Rogue is my forever girl, but I already knew these things.) Now that I have run out of that show, I seem to be watching Downton Abbey, which is also lovely but does have a dearth of mutants. I wonder what Maggie Smith's mutant power would be.
+ I never actually paid much attention to the HP films while they were happening, but apparently now they are over I mildly care? So tumblr has sent me down a rabbit hole of interviews with Dan Radcliffe. And this kid is delightful. The cognitive dissonance of being fannish about everything, though, means that I'm having the twin reactions of "I want to be your friend!" and "I want to track down all the RPF about you being BFFs with Gary Oldman."
+ Because my brain is back in the fandom groove re: HP but it's been years and there's so much fic and I don't know where to start, I have instead been reading the old fic I wrote which is still on my hard drive. And by old fic, I mean things I wrote when I was thirteen and hilarious. Seriously, when I was thirteen I had no idea how to write human emotions. Everyone reads like a cheerful sociopath! I was so popular with the other thirteen-year-olds, too. I just. I am so glad I kept all the old stuff; it greatly cheers me to see how much I have improved.
+ Aaaand, okay, I am writing a novel now. Like, a proper not-fic maybe-publishable sort of novel, that has actual characters and an outline and a plot, and a het romance (that will not become a triad I swear) (also there are lesbians) and I don't even know, you guys, I am mostly reminding myself to have fun instead of trying to write something publishable, because I suspect that's the quickest way to make it torture. Right now I really like it! So that's what I'm up to. Ahhhh.