So I've been notably absent for a couple of weeks. RL has intruded most . . . well, most nicely, I have to say, in this case. My best friend and I pick a new city each year to meet in for our annual catch-up visit, and this year it was New Orleans. God, I love New Orleans. In fairness, I have a love-hate relationship with the French Quarter, but it's mostly because I love the Quarter and I loathe Bourbon Street. Though did you know, even Bourbon Street gets better when you walk down it with two guys instead of by yourself? It diminishes the leers and the catcalls and the drunken pawings by at least an order of magnitude. Even if only one of the boys is straight. ;)

But now I've the added issue of trying to conduct an affair over a distance that doesn't lend itself readily to such pursuits. It is rare enough that I find someone I'm attracted to enough to take to bed. It's infinitely more rare that such a person becomes MORE attractive upon subsequent written communication. I can't let this one go! But it's such a fine line, between pestilent barnacle and mature independent woman. Made finer by a prior experience for him of a girl who tried to hard, intensified too fast, and then spun round and cheated. With his best friend. Soap opera-esque, isn't it?

Ah, well. There it is, and I'm afraid that there it shall stay.

Do you know what else is curious? I - I who write slash fanfic and original erotica until it is coming out of my ears and out of my disk drive - cannot carry on a dirty chat session to save my soul. I tried. I failed so miserably (in the first three sentences) that I wouldn't have read my story, if I'd seen those lines and it were a story. Eeeehhh?? Wtf, mate? I concluded that 1) first and second person is much more difficult than third. Duh. That's why it usually sucks. 2) present tense sucks, dude. That's why we write in the past. And then 3) it's unedited. So when I say "head" three times in three lines, I can't FIX that before someone else sees it. Also? It's PERSONAL. It's not ANONYMOUS. Sigh.

Okay. I really need to go do stuff today. There's so much stuff waiting for me to do it, it's not even funny.

Once upon a time there lived a girl. She was single and studious and starved for affection, and so she went hunting for slash. Upon stumbling upon a new genre called Snarry and reading to much for her own peace of mind, the thought crept in that she might write just as well, and so she began her own grind. There came stories and dialogue and character bits, but rarely all three combined; distractions abound and law school intruded and she's just clawing out of the bind. Sooner or later she'll post her own fic, but for now she's content to refine; whilst browsing and finding new pairings to follow, she now wanders as binding_thyme.