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Shame is a funny thing
Nov. 25th, 2013 11:01 pmTonight I talked to a fannish friend I haven't talked to in ages, and one of the things that came up was what I've been writing recently.
What makes me facepalm late at night, staring back at the last five years of my work?
What sticks with me and makes me poke fun at myself?
Is it the filth? No, I am in the main proud of the filth.
The one that makes me cover my face in shame is the one with the summary-in-my-heart that includes:
"And then they all negotiated! for, like, hours! with legal pads and everything! ...and *THEN* they had hot sex." I still can't quite believe I managed to write sitting around with legal pads but not intercrural regarding the subject in question; I am at least as inclined to facepalm over the inclusion of the former as the inexplicable exclusion of the latter.
What makes me facepalm late at night, staring back at the last five years of my work?
What sticks with me and makes me poke fun at myself?
Is it the filth? No, I am in the main proud of the filth.
The one that makes me cover my face in shame is the one with the summary-in-my-heart that includes:
"And then they all negotiated! for, like, hours! with legal pads and everything! ...and *THEN* they had hot sex." I still can't quite believe I managed to write sitting around with legal pads but not intercrural regarding the subject in question; I am at least as inclined to facepalm over the inclusion of the former as the inexplicable exclusion of the latter.