Also, I just wrote a really long and involved pity party about how I am mad and depressed and frustrated with writing and life and people, and then I got my Yuletide assignment and deleted the whole post because, OH MY GOD.
OH MY GOD.
OH MY GOD.
Now is the time on Yuletide Sprockets where we dance!
*bounces around the room*
(Seriously, I want to have sex with this prompt. Erm ... hee.)
EDIT: Oh, oh! And if you're writing for me, here's my Dear Santa letter. :)
OH MY GOD.
OH MY GOD.
Now is the time on Yuletide Sprockets where we dance!
*bounces around the room*
(Seriously, I want to have sex with this prompt. Erm ... hee.)
EDIT: Oh, oh! And if you're writing for me, here's my Dear Santa letter. :)