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Pedestrian Wolves
Fandom: bandom, MCR

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Emotional Weather Report: creative

I just changed my user info to reflect this, but thought it would be wise to post contact info regardless.

This journal is my super back-up journal. I mostly use it as a private-locked writing journal and place to dump recipes I want to check out. The best place to find me is on dreamwidth, followed by livejournal. Though the bulk of my entries are friends-locked/access limited, I am friendly and open to meeting new folks. Drop me a line if you wish to be added. The bulk of my fannish content is public.

Feel free to leave questions here.

Emotional Weather Report: mellow

Title: Nape of the Neck, Slip of the Tongue
Character/s: Ray Toro, Bob Bryar
Fandom: Bandom [MCR]
Verse: Pedestrian Wolves. Closed 'Verse.
Summary: As warnings went, this was particularly vague, but Ray had learned the hard way that not paying attention to even the most obscure warning would bring nothing but trouble.
Rating: G
Table: 3
Prompt: 19 ‘Exhausted’.
A/N and disclaimer: I'm writing about werewolves. Obviously this is fiction! Unbetaed. Please comment with any mistakes. Thanks for reading!

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( Nape of the Neck... )

Emotional Weather Report: angry

It's good to have a reminder at this point in the game as to WHY I have this other journal. My main lifeline is down - no shock here - so I'm poking my nose in to test the ethers here. I'm getting pretty damn fed-up with the supers over at my other digs...

To paraphase... is there anybody out there?

Emotional Weather Report: irritated

It seems like a once a month post is how I'm approaching this journal. For the moment, at least. I like it here; the black background is easier on the eyes, and I started out with a bunch of friends so I don't feel lonely. Still trying to figure out the ways and wherefores though.

After a prolonged absence, I seem to be coming back to myself. Interest in previous passions has been revitalized, and the creative juices are both flowing and pairing themselves nicely with tangible results. I'm still trying to get my chops back with clay - it's shameful how long I'd stayed away. Honestly, I'm embarrassed by my school-related doldrums; I hope there's a way I can tackle scholastic adventures without becoming a big emo mess, since I haven't given up on that Masters Degree.

That's it for the moment, I guess. I'm off to the studio!

Emotional Weather Report: contemplative

I really have no idea how many folks are bouncing between journals, and specifically how many flisters are consistently reading entries here. I've realized that I'm having problems with self-censorship over on my LJ. While I love my flist dearly - what a marvelous, varied group of folks!- I am also intimidated by the talent there. Also, in some ways I think that people know me too well - I can't blithely fling writing out onto my journal anymore, because I feel like there are EXPECTATIONS. Yes, I realize this is a very silly response, but my muse has been absolutely silent for over a month and a half, and that silence is motivated by fear.

I don't know what to do about this.

In the meantime, I find this journal a welcome sanctuary.

Emotional Weather Report: drained

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Emotional Weather Report: annoyed