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I wrote a story! It’s about Relius and his ill-fated love affair. I read this tumblr post and the story bloomed in my head, fully grown in seconds. (And then I sat on it for months before finally doing the final edits.)

Edit: re-reading it in cold light of the morning, I... actually like it? I actually think I wrote a good story. Weird.

Spent about 50 hours at work this week. Now, many of those hours were not actually spent working! Unfortunately, it appears that procrastinating at work is basically as exhausting as actually working.

One thing I am deeply frustrated by: how come there is so much stupid writing in this supposedly technical job?? Communicating is hard! To be fair, I’ve always liked writing better when I had a clear understanding of who would be reading it and why. Writing a 12 page user manual is more or less up my alley. So is writing a 6 page testing script, which is what I finished today.

Still, there is something deeply wrong with writing work emails at 10pm on Friday.

(#ha!)

1 am is the new midnight, everybody. But only for tonight.

My brain was actually functional today! On Monday, I kept spacing out and being distracted and reading random shit at work and generally being zombie-like. So yesterday, instead of waiting to crash and burn like I usually do, I just took a day off. The real shocker is that it worked. I was actually for realsies productive today. Weird.

I wrote a snippet of Logan-POV Veronica Mars fic. It would be a lot easier to write if I didn’t keep wondering if I want to change it to tight third-person after all. Also, if I had any idea where I’m going with this.

Here, have a couple paragraphs:

Neptune High. You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. You name it, and as long as “it” is some stereotypical teenage villainous activity, I’ll find you someone at this school that specializes in it. Biker gang? Check. Backstabbing gossip queens? Check. Innocent-looking drug dealers? Check. Bootlicking wannabes? Check. Entitled jackasses with trust funds? Check, check, and check.

Some people might think that I, Logan Echolls, son of Aaron and Lynn Echolls, famous movie stars, fall into that last category. This, of course, is pure slander. If I happen to be an entitled jackass, it’s not because of my trust fund; I would be just as much of a jackass if I was broke.

…[then Dick gossips about someone getting tied to the flagpole, and we launch into the pilot. In theory. In practice, I’ve only written a couple more sentences. And can I just say, the timeline makes no sense. What has Veronica been doing for the past 6 months? Angsting about being an outcast? Seriously, apparently nothing happened between Lianne leaving in February and the pilot in September.]

So, usually when I write, I carry the thing around in my head for months before I write anything down, which is why Empty is currently a standalone, and everything else I've written is too fragmentary to post. Even if I'm writing a school assignment, which has to get done even if inspiration is feeling uncooperative, I spend about as much time planning as I do writing.

Except in the case of the fic I just posted. The thing just popped up practically fully formed. Fic is perhaps too strong a word, since it's even shorter than Empty, but unlike Empty, I have no intentions of doing anything more with it.
I have no idea if the idea works at all, but it was resisting all attemps to edit it, so here it is:

Litany (Harry Potter): Mothers, brothers, friends, sisters, sons, fathers, daughters.

Reviews are very wonderful and quite amazing.

In theory, this thing is part of a longer fic. But the rest of it isn't cooperating, so I decided that this stands well on its own, since, at the rate I'm writing, the rest of it will be done roughly by the time my little sister has grandchildren.

Reviews are good? *bats eyelashes pleadingly*

( Part Two )

The first thing I ought to say is that this is not mine. Or most of it isn’t. This story was originally written in Russian by a family friend, and I am translating it at his request. Let me know how you like it and I’ll pass it on. :)
I hope I have done the original justice, at least to some extent. There are several sentences that I have been staring at for so long that I am no longer certain if they make any sense at all as I translated them. If something is awkward-sounding or confusing, do tell me? Ditto for grammar errors. And, obviously, those awkward places, unlike the story, are all mine.
The other note I wanted to make before the story is this. This story is practically autobiographical. Minor details may have been changed, but the basics are all true. The author was born in Russia in 1942, and lived in the Soviet Union until it collapsed.The moment he could, he jumped ship and moved to the US, where he has now been for twenty-some years. I hope, therefore, that even if you don’t care for it as literature, you will find it interesting as history. If anything is confusing, let me know. This story badly needs footnotes, but I am not entirely sure where it needs them.

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