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Feb. 12th, 2003 06:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kbkam feeling cheerier now, thank goodness. however, am now worried about where we're going to live next year. joy...
You are a Russian.
What's your Inner European?
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Oddly enough, we went to a Russian restaurant in... Alkmaar, I think (Holland, anyway). Was quite nice. Think, however, that this result is based more on vodka and Alexei - which is, of course, Krycek's fault.
I'm writing, at the moment, a kind of stream-of-consciousness Krycek POV, which doesn't really have any point but seems to flow quite easily when it feels like it. So every now and then I'm sitting and staring at it and just... writing. I doubt it'll end up an actual fic, but it's quite fun. I guess I could call it a writing exercise, trying to get the character into focus for me, but it's... not, really. It's just my rambling fingers.
And there's no plot! But there's no porn either! And it's already nearly as long as chapter four of Winter which I practically sweated blood over, and which still has no reviews! *is annoyed*
hmm. what to do, what to do...
think I'm about written out for the evening, but I don't really feel like reading either, but I can't do nothing and I don't want to do anything and... eeeee. Guess the semi-cheeriness isn't going to last. Bugger.
You are a Russian.
What's your Inner European?
brought to you by Quizilla
Oddly enough, we went to a Russian restaurant in... Alkmaar, I think (Holland, anyway). Was quite nice. Think, however, that this result is based more on vodka and Alexei - which is, of course, Krycek's fault.
I'm writing, at the moment, a kind of stream-of-consciousness Krycek POV, which doesn't really have any point but seems to flow quite easily when it feels like it. So every now and then I'm sitting and staring at it and just... writing. I doubt it'll end up an actual fic, but it's quite fun. I guess I could call it a writing exercise, trying to get the character into focus for me, but it's... not, really. It's just my rambling fingers.
And there's no plot! But there's no porn either! And it's already nearly as long as chapter four of Winter which I practically sweated blood over, and which still has no reviews! *is annoyed*
hmm. what to do, what to do...
think I'm about written out for the evening, but I don't really feel like reading either, but I can't do nothing and I don't want to do anything and... eeeee. Guess the semi-cheeriness isn't going to last. Bugger.
