The only Eleven that matters… with a side of sexy Kazakh ice skater
wish i could take credit for that background…
I should be running right now, but I’m stalling… I’ve been writing YOI fan fiction all day and I can’t seem to stop.
Thought switching gears might help. A different voice, different situation… something to pull me out of that headspace so that I can go run.
Not that it’s a bad thing, mind you. I’ve just never had the words flow so easily since moving to Florida. Every attempt at fanfic has gone off the rails somewhere, but today? Today was perfect.
It started out as 3rd person omniscient and was about the Yurio/Yuuri/Victor OT3, but then Otabek came along. Now I’m suddenly writing Otayuri with a side of Victurri mostly from Yuri Plisetsky’s POV (still 3rd person omni to a point, but mostly from the kotenok’s point of view). And fuck. I’m learning Russian as I go. And Kazakh. And Japanese.
Who ever said that writing fan fiction wasn’t a worthy hobby?
Things came to a head at work on Friday.
I got a promotion. A better title than the positions I would be interviewing for.
Nothing’s guaranteed, but there will be a meeting on Monday that has the opportunity to drastically change the atmosphere in the Finance Department.
I think I’m going to stay and see what happens.
This is part of the reason I can’t get the words to stop… Beka’s face about 1:40… DAMN.