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Happy belated New Years. Belated happy New Years. No, neither of those looks right.

New Happy Late Years, mix to taste.

I danced the night away at captainnancy's under figurative clouds of champagne and rather more literal clouds of black and silver balloons. These are fun when their silver strings shiver in the strobe light, and also fun when they lose helium and settle like dew in the night and have to be gathered and tied like bunches of strange grapes to a canopy bed.

What? Doesn't everybody do that?

Two more New Years Resolutions: write something with captainnancy.

Dance more.

Mer

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1,186 words done of Broken Glass Slippers. Only God knows how many more thousand to go. Why did I want to write novels again? Wouldn't a nice job at Doublemeat Palace be more soothing?

How long should a chapter be? How annoying are scene breaks within a chapter? How long should a novel be? (As long as it needs to be, I know, but a ballpark to compare against might be useful.)

I should calm myself down by writing something I'm good at, like plotless porn, but my apartment is terminally overheated and I'm down to hearts of palm and cream of wheat for dinner, so possibly going out is in my future.

Mer

vids recs?

Now that I have the new 'puter, it occurs to me that I can finally watch fanvids. Not a lot of vids, because I'm still on dialup and going to be for the foreseeable, but a few. So I'm calling on the mighty power of the friendslist to rec your favorite vids for me. Something so sexy you forget how to breath? Something so sad it makes your throat close? Something so fucking wrong you can't believe they pulled it off?

I'm already in the process of downloading sisabet's Closer, which was mentioned so often on my FL that it penetrated even my vid-deprived obliviousness.

Mer