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a hiatus is something that ends
Aug. 27th, 2013 12:54 amYou guys? I'm pretty sure Miley Cyrus is a harbinger of doom. No, really, the second she came sauntering downstage with that giant foam finger we should've known this whole VMAs thing was seriously ill-omened. It did not bode well for the rest of the evening.
Alright. Must. Employ. Yoga breathing. I'm doing my best to wave away aaaaall the pessimism, here, 'cos if I don't focus on the positives I'm liable to cut someone. In no particular order:
1. I've been hoarse all day from screaming "JAYYYCEEEE!!!" at the TV in my best Stanley Kowalski voice. Painful, yes, but I don't mind. It's a solid, tangible reminder that my boy's still got it! As if there were ever any doubt.
2. Seeing all the popslash fen, past and present, coming out of the woodwork for this, all amped up and eager? Warmed the cockles of my heart. Really. The cockles.
Sparkly solidarity: it's important, yo.
3. Last night, less than twelve miles from my apartment, Chris Kirkpatrick put his arm around JC Chasez and posed for a picture. That is all.
4. I feel like I'm maybe - possibly? - ramping up into a headspace that'll allow me to write again. I know. I know. (Maybe I'll finally take a serious crack at that "Mail-Order Bride JC" AU I'm been yammering about to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zebraljb for, oh, the last 67 months or so.) I still have plenty of NSYNC stories left in me, regardless of time passed, and I'm even comfortable with the fact that there's a very good chance only a half a dozen people will ever read them, so. We'll see. :)
Alright. Must. Employ. Yoga breathing. I'm doing my best to wave away aaaaall the pessimism, here, 'cos if I don't focus on the positives I'm liable to cut someone. In no particular order:
1. I've been hoarse all day from screaming "JAYYYCEEEE!!!" at the TV in my best Stanley Kowalski voice. Painful, yes, but I don't mind. It's a solid, tangible reminder that my boy's still got it! As if there were ever any doubt.
2. Seeing all the popslash fen, past and present, coming out of the woodwork for this, all amped up and eager? Warmed the cockles of my heart. Really. The cockles.
Sparkly solidarity: it's important, yo.
3. Last night, less than twelve miles from my apartment, Chris Kirkpatrick put his arm around JC Chasez and posed for a picture. That is all.
4. I feel like I'm maybe - possibly? - ramping up into a headspace that'll allow me to write again. I know. I know. (Maybe I'll finally take a serious crack at that "Mail-Order Bride JC" AU I'm been yammering about to
zebraljb for, oh, the last 67 months or so.) I still have plenty of NSYNC stories left in me, regardless of time passed, and I'm even comfortable with the fact that there's a very good chance only a half a dozen people will ever read them, so. We'll see. :)
