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Aug. 5th, 2007 05:11 pmPannekoken!
Piled with bananas and vanilla cream. Yum. Weekend breakfast > just about any other meal.
Wrestling chit-chat: I read Jeff Hardy's been suspended for "immaturity". No details on what that immaturity might have entailed. Bag-shitting can be ruled out; he would have got a title run out of that.
Writing: Still fiddling with that damn sentence. I'm working around it right now, but it mocks me whenever I open the doc. hahahhaha Opera, you can't make me flow correctly!
Writing II - different story this time: Had a weird burst of inspiration last night. One of those direct from the subconscious to the page. No pitstop in the imagination.
I had been struggling with Nom, the story that I can't find the dramatic reason for. So far it's just me playing with fetish paperdolls. But last night, I thought Why isn't me playing with fetish paperdolls enough? The first story in the series is a RopeOpera exclusive, and I plan to do the same with Nom. It's not quite a sockdrawer fic, but it's close. Why can't I just play pervy paperdolls for once?
To make a blahblahblah post short, the second I asked myself that, Bam! a quite delicious description of Matt's thighs practically typed itself. I think that's going to have to be my M.O. with this fic. It's for Opera. Opera's tastes come first on this. Let the perving begin!
And if readers decide Nom is a flop , hey, OUT DO ME. Please out do me. Show me up a thousand ways on the subject of M. Hardy and fetish. Outwrite me 365 awesome, luscious, pervertedly-detailed stories to 1. Shame me with pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages of beautifully written M. Hardy kink. Take my imagination (and Matt's behind) to the woodshed. Show me up, write me down. Upstage my imagination, take Matt kink to levels I would never dream of. Make more kink from a teacup than I can from porn catalogue.
And to really teach me a lesson, do the same with Carlito. It's the only way I'll learn.
Piled with bananas and vanilla cream. Yum. Weekend breakfast > just about any other meal.
Wrestling chit-chat: I read Jeff Hardy's been suspended for "immaturity". No details on what that immaturity might have entailed. Bag-shitting can be ruled out; he would have got a title run out of that.
Writing: Still fiddling with that damn sentence. I'm working around it right now, but it mocks me whenever I open the doc. hahahhaha Opera, you can't make me flow correctly!
Writing II - different story this time: Had a weird burst of inspiration last night. One of those direct from the subconscious to the page. No pitstop in the imagination.
I had been struggling with Nom, the story that I can't find the dramatic reason for. So far it's just me playing with fetish paperdolls. But last night, I thought Why isn't me playing with fetish paperdolls enough? The first story in the series is a RopeOpera exclusive, and I plan to do the same with Nom. It's not quite a sockdrawer fic, but it's close. Why can't I just play pervy paperdolls for once?
To make a blahblahblah post short, the second I asked myself that, Bam! a quite delicious description of Matt's thighs practically typed itself. I think that's going to have to be my M.O. with this fic. It's for Opera. Opera's tastes come first on this. Let the perving begin!
And if readers decide Nom is a flop , hey, OUT DO ME. Please out do me. Show me up a thousand ways on the subject of M. Hardy and fetish. Outwrite me 365 awesome, luscious, pervertedly-detailed stories to 1. Shame me with pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages of beautifully written M. Hardy kink. Take my imagination (and Matt's behind) to the woodshed. Show me up, write me down. Upstage my imagination, take Matt kink to levels I would never dream of. Make more kink from a teacup than I can from porn catalogue.
And to really teach me a lesson, do the same with Carlito. It's the only way I'll learn.
