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aka "everyone's entitled to a hero, right?"
So, I was all set to do the fanfic author appreciation thing.
Except I can't think of anything to say. At least, nothing that's anywhere near as effusive as I managed for Speranza. Because I adore a great many authors, but Speranza's work? I pretty much worship.
I should have done her last.
( And... cue hero worship music )
In other news? I've been in the best mood the last couple of days. It's the side-effect of confession plus the giddy joy of really great news. The guests at BV haven't managed to annoy me at all so far this week. Normally, I'm irritated by the end of Monday. But, god, confession really is good for the soul. I just keep randomly smiling recently. For no reason, just because I'm happy.
I mean, I thought I was happy before, but I still had this low-level anxiety where I was questioning myself. And now that I have that measure of faith in myself back, I can do stuff like admit that I briefly wrote horrible Herc non-con at age sixteen, which I would have died before pointing out before.
So, I was all set to do the fanfic author appreciation thing.
Except I can't think of anything to say. At least, nothing that's anywhere near as effusive as I managed for Speranza. Because I adore a great many authors, but Speranza's work? I pretty much worship.
I should have done her last.
( And... cue hero worship music )
In other news? I've been in the best mood the last couple of days. It's the side-effect of confession plus the giddy joy of really great news. The guests at BV haven't managed to annoy me at all so far this week. Normally, I'm irritated by the end of Monday. But, god, confession really is good for the soul. I just keep randomly smiling recently. For no reason, just because I'm happy.
I mean, I thought I was happy before, but I still had this low-level anxiety where I was questioning myself. And now that I have that measure of faith in myself back, I can do stuff like admit that I briefly wrote horrible Herc non-con at age sixteen, which I would have died before pointing out before.
