Sasha Distan

I always thought it was Porn Without Plot too! i tried to write some once (don't look at me like that, i was seventeen!) and it was REALLY boring to write.

Today this song brought me back to life

I hate to be blunt: but you are wrong my friend. Someone once told me that i seem to be able to fit 32 hours into a day instead of the usual 24, and i have always liked the adage: you want something done, you ask a busy person. Yes you can hold down a full time job (teaching, which comes with marking, planning, parents evenings, phone calls home, twilight training sessions and at least a 10 hour work day with no actual breaks) and write a novel. even sometimes a good one. Take your laptop everywhere. write on the train into town to see your mates. write while the TV is on, write in bed while you partner reads. Write while waiting for the orthodontist, write while on hold on the phone. write late into the night and forget to sleep properly and still manage to go to work. Write while cooking dinner, write while on chat. Get up early to write before going to work, before going riding and after going riding. get home at eleven after delivering lambs in the cold shed and write for an hour after taking a shower. write while your hair dries, write while your friends are on their way over. Write. i accidentally Nano'd (wrote 50K words in 30 days or less) four times since January. i wrote the whole of Born Wolf (118K) in 27 days. I wrote all of Falling for a Bear (39K) in a short week. it can be done. be organised, compartmentalise your brain and go for it.

now that's a proper guilty pleasure. dude.... props.

stuck between a rock and murderball, i feel for the guy

the day will come...

mean! but fair. Bay knows how to screw his life up.

lack of desire to bottom is not quite the phrase I or Bay would use. maybe "Oh fucking hell no!" might be better

i don't understand this face, but i'm going to take it as a good thing

We made up about my stupidity in the club. Twice, and as it turned out, the way to a man’s heart was definitely through his stomach, because the following day I made breakfast for Issac. I woke early, ran to the market, took all the advice I could get, and returned home to create a breakfast that was not quite, but not totally dissimilar from something the recipe books called eggs benedict. It had good bread, and hot soft eggs, a thick creamy sauce made by whisking until my arms hurt and big fat

thank you very much. I can tell you that chapter 10 is going to be reworked for a "proper" ending and there will be a second book at some point

quite apart from being gluten free, Stubbs honey and pecan is probably the best BBQ sauce around. you can't get it over here, which makes me very said in indeed, sounds tasty *steals*

You have a very good nose

yes, Zupan was always an arse

Zoltan was grinning like a child when he showed up at the bar with his brother. I eyed Zupan carefully as I poured a fruit cider for Thorn and took her money for the drinks. I really wanted Darren to have to serve them, but he was mixing something toxic looking for a trio of gothic suits who still hadn’t gone home from their day jobs. I hadn’t actually spoken to Zupan since before I’d started dating Issac, and somehow, knowing that his reckless driving and meathead attitude were the reasons that

Thanks for being understanding. like i said, totally willing to give it and second go but... all negatives aside, well done for creating something that people love. that alone deserves applause. (there isn't a clapping smiley, how remiss of the system...)

I know no one stays forever, but it'd be nice to know they left rather than vanished you know? it's the vanishing without a trace that upsets me. you make a good point though, no one sticks around forever.

you must all Nano in november!!!!! join us!!!!

they've a way to go my love.

I broke up with Lena nine days after my birthday. Nine days after the blow job which wracked me guilt. Nine days of mysteriously vanishing when she showed up, not being there to hang out. Nine days of no texts or calls or kisses. In honesty, I was surprised it took nine days. Saturday morning I woke up, had a quick shower and pulled on my running gear to meet the guys for a jog. Lately I had started on a route that took me around all the houses, picking everyone up to go out together. I was fas

Jesse is on tumblr? *rubbish at social media* and i hate to sound like i am belittling fanfic (totally valid format for creativity) but he could be doing so much more.

It occurred to me the other day that pretty much all the artist, writers and web comics that i used to follow during my late teen and early adult years have vanished. (and i'm not that old that we're talking a really long time ago.) In particular I mourn the "passing" of Jesse Hajicek, author of one of my all time top five favourite books The God Eaters, the man who inspired me to get my work out there and printed, and the writer and sometimes artist of the epically good web comic Metanoia (god is a bullet) And after i think... 5 years now with not sight nor sound nor update, i have to admit that Metanoia isn't going to get finished and that we aren't going to be seeing any of the genius of this man any time soon. which is a shame, he'd have fitted in really well here on GA. Anyone else "lost" anyone? Where are the casualties of the internet? What happens to these people when they vanish from our browsers?

i didn't want to correct you all about Issac's spelling...

Issac has three legs. he has the atheltic blade, a regular prosthesis and the leg which is "described" as bionic because it has microprocessor-controlled joints and provides the sort of feedback system that allows the leg to be used almost like a real limb. These are actually in development and early production at the moment, and while someone like Issac might not be eligible for one yet (they tend to go to ex-service people) i wanted to allow him the freedom of moment that a leg like that would give.

you can have your own Bay babes...