creativeAh well. I wouldn't really have it any other way. (Hence the "love" part of the equation.)
Seriously, though, I didn't even bother to choose a book to read today; I just made sure I had the blank notebook I recently bought specifically for fic. Got the first couple of paragraphs down on the train, wrote more at lunch, added a bit on the train ride home. Then transcribed it before I headed out for dinner. This is a story I've wanted to write for a while, but you know? I don't think it's quite going to be the story I was expecting. Hmm.
In other fic-related news, we had an open-mic poetry reading in the library today. (We host one each quarter.) Normally I read a classic -- Dorothy Parker, Shel Silverstein, etc. I almost chose "And Death Shall Have No Dominion" but then decided that I might not be able to get through that right now, so instead I ended up reading a de-fanfic'ed version of "Why". It was a little nerve-wracking, reading something aloud I had written myself, but it was nicely received. I guess I'm glad I did it. Still feel a little odd about it, though.
