Stupidness, Sickness, and Marvel Slash @ 10:14 am
I am such a dork. I hurt my knee falling out of bed last night. Sheesh.
Also, God got me. I boasted on-line about not catching cold due to my massively a**-kicking constitution, and guess what? I suffered all night long with a cold that seems to have taken up residence in my immune system. Bleah.
However, in the good news department, class went really well last night, I thought. Everyone stayed awake, which is always a good sign, particularly since class doesn't start until 7:30 pm. Also, I had no problem getting volunteers for critique, which is almost always a positive indicator of class participation.
Also, despite not having all of "Winter Soldier," I read the Death of Captain America (#25) last night and the follow-up issues to the "present." I've become a raving fan of Ed Brubaker (the writer). Also, I have a theory.
Oh, and the Marvel slashers are so right. I wasn't convinced about the likelihood of Iron Man/Captain America, but Steve left Tony a personal, hand-written (eyes-only) letter upon the event of his death. It looked short. I totally think it read: "No matter what, I'll always love you." Because Tony looked stricken.
I didn't get much work done on my own slash, but I've got about an hour before I have to go pick up Mason from school. I still have to think of an ending for this thing (which is hard on a lot of levels, because just like in "real" writing I think it's important to have an emotional crescendo as well as a definitive and satisfactory ending to the "action" -- which in this case is sex.) You know, writing slash might actually be good for me if only because I always have SUCH trouble ending anything -- novels, short stories. Maybe I can actually get some practice in with slash.
Okay, I'm off to do it.... as it were.