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[lady_t_220]

For a fic that up until this point has pretty much been writing itself, getting this last section on paper is like pulling teeth.
The moment I step away form the computer the perfect line appears in my head. The moment I try to write it down it vanishes, leaving me dangling shards of dialogue that have no wish to fit together.
I curse you, you silly fic.
Curses, curses, curses.


Today I am mostly doing laundry, because I have NO clean clothes left. And I've been instructed to make soup for tonight, a passtime I have no great desire to pursue right now, because it's a complex soup and requires a lot of chopping. Douby so since we have no ready-to-go tinned tomatoes, just an awful lot of fresh ones that all need dicing first. Pffffffft.


Sometimes you just want a can of red glop to throw in a saucepan and call it done.

Comments

[heartandcore.livejournal.com]

'Made all by itself' soup! Yes, I totally understand you. I never cook any soup that would take too much of an effort. Soups are supposed to be simple. S: for soup and simple, that's my motto.

[lady-t-220.livejournal.com]

It's a really nice soup, and worth the effort, but it's just got a lot of *stuff* in and I'm too lazy to deal with it right now.

[heartandcore.livejournal.com]

Ahhh, right then.
There's nothing to it, unless Jamie Oliver sans cameras pops up at your door and offers his services.