urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kormantic Hot Sexellence and public displays of roller disco kormantic 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kormantic:204584 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z Renee Fleming singing something from... Faust? <div align="justify">I have an online stopwatch poised at 1 solid hour. I have plenty of research already done, I have characters and a general idea of what's going on. But I'm surly and chock full of simmering resentment and I don't know what is the dealio with me and I don't wanna don't wanna don't wanna don't wanna get started. But I do. And I will. And eventually I will get this shitty attitude to wear off. <br /><br />This year, I have Dragon Naturally Speaking to fall back on. As the NaNo Blow Out of Ought Two was pre-LJ for me, you may not know that 35 K into <a href="http://www.kormantic.com/other/compass.html">Mr. Patel's Moral Compass</a> I woke up the day before Thanksgiving unable to use my hands. <i>insert sarcastic drawl:</i>I suppose all that poor posture and constant typing, pressure and tension got to me. &lt;/end&gt;. I mean, I couldn't even hold a hairbrush. And the worst part was that <i>I never found out how that fucking story ended</i>. I write with my hands, apparently, and not just literally. I did try Dragon Naturally speaking that horrid weekend, but I can't "think" of a story the same way. It was not the fun times, my babies.<br /><br />Anyway, since I began this entry, a neighbor invited me over for a BudLight and a slice of pizza. I have also had some ice cream. I am now adequately fortified to get on this.<br /><br />Let the deathmarch begin!</div>