![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Wednesday, 4 April 2012 11:25 pmIn the ongoing saga of "Oh my god shut up about that stupid story" I finished my re-read of draft one today and realised that I did not know what the hell I was doing with Barton. Or, rather, I was trying to do two mutually exclusive things simultaneously with him. I even vaguely recall thinking about it while I was writing, but once I was writing those parts I never really went back and reread his intro, so I don't even know. It basically boils down to timeline troubles, like so:
( and then I wrote a ton of words about Barton! oops~ )
...so, I only meant to write about the 'I should be writing Barton like he's twenty-seven and not forty-seven' part, and then this turned into a bunch of words about Barton! That I Were Like A Star is supposed to be Estelle's story, really, but it's more like The Estelle And Barton Show, and, really, I'm okay with that. (If only I could get this excited about Nick, haha. He's pretty important, too! Maybe I'll write about him tomorrow or something.)
It's after midnight now, so happy nineteenth birthday to me, I guess. (Even though I was actually born at like three in the morning.) Nobody seems to have posted a midnight happy birthday on my Facebook wall; I consider this a success. I hate those things anyway. ...actually, no, I take it back. Now that I've logged in I see my dad has. I just didn't get the email notif yet. /: Well, good night, Internet! Maybe these allergy meds will finally goddamn kick in and I'll get some sleep.
(Keats icon, you are going to get so much use for the foreseeable future.)
( and then I wrote a ton of words about Barton! oops~ )
...so, I only meant to write about the 'I should be writing Barton like he's twenty-seven and not forty-seven' part, and then this turned into a bunch of words about Barton! That I Were Like A Star is supposed to be Estelle's story, really, but it's more like The Estelle And Barton Show, and, really, I'm okay with that. (If only I could get this excited about Nick, haha. He's pretty important, too! Maybe I'll write about him tomorrow or something.)
It's after midnight now, so happy nineteenth birthday to me, I guess. (Even though I was actually born at like three in the morning.) Nobody seems to have posted a midnight happy birthday on my Facebook wall; I consider this a success. I hate those things anyway. ...actually, no, I take it back. Now that I've logged in I see my dad has. I just didn't get the email notif yet. /: Well, good night, Internet! Maybe these allergy meds will finally goddamn kick in and I'll get some sleep.
(Keats icon, you are going to get so much use for the foreseeable future.)
