Sometimes I forget hubby isn’t into fandom or much Internet stuff.
I just said “frowny face!” At him.
He looked confused. “Are you shouting emoticons at me?”
Sometimes I forget hubby isn’t into fandom or much Internet stuff.
I just said “frowny face!” At him.
He looked confused. “Are you shouting emoticons at me?”
Er, so it was a slow Saturday at work. One of my coworkers has seen some of my Johnlock and when I made a comment about being sweet and innocent, she laughed. This lead to coworker 2 wanting to read it. So, I let her. Now two of my coworkers have seem my AO3 smut. I begged them not to share with the rest of the department and they promised Both were rather shocked that I could write anything like that. “A very active imagination” said one of them.
Apparently my attempts to pass for a normal human being at work have mostly succeeded. lol.
This why my roommate and I are best friends. The necklaces were much cooler then friendship bracelets. And those are our work lanyards.
I hate feeling like this, on the downward side. Depression lies. I’ve been downright prolific with with writing, putting out short little 1k or so story every day. Even if its just fanfic. I’ve gained like ten followers. Sold a couple ebooks of my novel.
But I’m still feeling the swamp of despair sucking at my ankles, telling me it isn’t good enough, that nobody really cares. I know that’s lies. Still some days all I can do is put one foot in front of the other.
Sorry. Just needed to vent, and put in writing the good things.
I changed my username on AO3. It’s FaceofMer now. Yes I’m a dork.
