Today I went to National Gallery of Art with a friend, walked around DC, and went to the Kennedy Center's Millennium Stage to hear the US Air Force string quartet. Guys, I am so fucking cultured right now, I could make e coli jealous.
Although I could hardly contain my laughter every time I saw someone fancy walking around with a flute of champagne. Also I might have made fun of my friend for being an old woman on a shuttle with at least three of them sitting across from us.
On Monday I am going to a jazz club, which feels apropo, somehow, after we found Etta James' star on a DC sidewalk. (Sidenote: DC, in some misguided attempt at popular culture, has an actual walk of stars. Did you know that? I did not know that.) Wednesday I am attending The Gaming Table at Folger Theatre, which the website informs me is about "strong independent women, gambling addictions, clever banter, and romantic mismatches"! Those are at least three and a half of my favorite things.
I also, half an hour ago, began a new fic.
I love the feeling of a fic being born: I never get that electric feeling in my blood otherwise, except when I am in love. As I get more experienced as a writer, there is also that sad thought that statistically speaking, there is a 1% chance that I will ever be finished, however much in love I might be. What this says about my love life I dare not ponder.
But hope springs eternal! I am always sure, in my heart, that this fic will last, that this time I will see it through to the end. In that spirit, a series of Bleach drabbles that I finished a while ago and simply put away.
( It only just now hit me that I have fic that I actually finished, even if they're only drabblesCollapse )
Yep. What do you think?