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John Scalzi is dispensing some pretty nice pro-writing advice over at The Whatever, including this encouraging observation:
Between the trilobites and my Can't Stop Falling-induced sleep deprivation (note to self: don't start an awesome and brilliant and generally squee-inducing 300k Due South AU after ten pm. Just don't. Start earlier.) and the fact that OMG it's my last day of work before
connexions, I suspect I'm going to be giggly and useless all day at work.
At least the giggliness will be a change.
Short of writing gay slash porn about the hot, moist love between Transformers and prehistoric trilobites ("Kekk the trilobite positioned himself on his back and opened his multiple legs welcomingly to Megatron, who began his erotic transformation. 'My God,' Kekk said, breathlessly. 'There really is more than meets the eye!'") most good writing can get sold.
Between the trilobites and my Can't Stop Falling-induced sleep deprivation (note to self: don't start an awesome and brilliant and generally squee-inducing 300k Due South AU after ten pm. Just don't. Start earlier.) and the fact that OMG it's my last day of work before
At least the giggliness will be a change.
