Sneeze Your Womb Out? That's Your Plan?

[rionaleonhart]

Well, that's university over and done with.

...bit anticlimactic, really, isn't it? Hang on:

You defeated UNIVERSITY!

Thank you so much for your support, both in the comments to my previous entry and over the past four months of stress. I am so lucky to know all of you. (I suppose it's conceivable that You, The Reader might be someone I do not, in fact, know, but I'm sure you're excellent anyway.)

I feel a bit odd now. I don't quite know what to do when I don't have a massive deadline looming over me, it seems. What do people do when they're not panicking over dissertations?

Ooh, I can start writing again! Well, yes, I was writing before, but now I can write without guilt. The drive to write may well have scarpered now that the allure of procrastination no longer hovers about it, but let's give this a go anyway:

Give me a prompt (or several), and I'll write you a one-sentence fic.

(I should become slightly less terrible at responding to things now. Let's hope.)

Comments

[rionaleonhart]

I can assure you, I would not have objected to a later deadline.

Charlie and David (and perhaps other people) are housemates at university!

Ooh, someone should write a full-length fic about this! For now, though:


David sits with his head in his hands and his notes untouched, loathing himself; he can hardly avoid his drunken mistake if he fucking lives with it, can he?

[dracothelizard.livejournal.com]

Awww, even in one-sentence fic, David is still made miserable.

[rionaleonhart]

He is far too good at being unhappy!

(I meant to wish you luck with your work, whoops. Good luck!)

[dracothelizard.livejournal.com]

I'm about to remind myself of how I can see if results are significant or not! Yay statistics!

(I'm hoping that feigned enthusiasm will turn into real enthusiasm.)