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Missed posting the Sunday Slash the Game challenge this week, and didn't do my entry for last week's challenge yet either, so skipping it until Sunday. But if anyone wants to play, there are collections on AO3. Hoping this week gives some characters I know a bit more about.
Posted a new podfic "The Year of Non-Magical Thinking" (Drarry, explicit, 1:30:00) the other day. I originally started it in October, then set it aside to fulfill some fest obligations, and then my family bought me a new mic for Christmas. So I re-recorded all of it with the new mic and now it's finished, yay!
First Figure Drawing class last night went well, after a very frustrating fifteen minutes or so trying to find 1) the building itself (I went around the block twice and into two different *wrong* parking lots before finding the right one) 2) the way into the building (I walked most of the way around to find the front door--all others were locked--carrying 10 pounds or so of art materials on a very cold winter night) and 3) the classroom once inside. I have a long way to go before I'll be happy with what I'm producing. Our model (male) had the longest ballsack I've ever seen, and I've seen a fair few men naked.
Haven't had (or created) an opportunity to work on my fic for a couple weeks now, and I'm starting to worry that I'm going to lose momentum.
ChoirChorus practice continues well. I still don't understand the distinction that people make on this: if a group of people sing together, aren't they a choir? Why are we a chorus and not a choir?
My parents are planning to come down for the concert in April, which I am pleased about: they have yet to see me/us perform. But ye gods and little fishes, do we have a lot of house cleaning to do between now and then.
Tammie has convinced me to join her in an online class called "The Dance of the Muse and the Critic" that's supposed to help engage one's creativity without all the self-negativity that can stopper up the flow.
Posted a new podfic "The Year of Non-Magical Thinking" (Drarry, explicit, 1:30:00) the other day. I originally started it in October, then set it aside to fulfill some fest obligations, and then my family bought me a new mic for Christmas. So I re-recorded all of it with the new mic and now it's finished, yay!
First Figure Drawing class last night went well, after a very frustrating fifteen minutes or so trying to find 1) the building itself (I went around the block twice and into two different *wrong* parking lots before finding the right one) 2) the way into the building (I walked most of the way around to find the front door--all others were locked--carrying 10 pounds or so of art materials on a very cold winter night) and 3) the classroom once inside. I have a long way to go before I'll be happy with what I'm producing. Our model (male) had the longest ballsack I've ever seen, and I've seen a fair few men naked.
Haven't had (or created) an opportunity to work on my fic for a couple weeks now, and I'm starting to worry that I'm going to lose momentum.
My parents are planning to come down for the concert in April, which I am pleased about: they have yet to see me/us perform. But ye gods and little fishes, do we have a lot of house cleaning to do between now and then.
Tammie has convinced me to join her in an online class called "The Dance of the Muse and the Critic" that's supposed to help engage one's creativity without all the self-negativity that can stopper up the flow.
