Of Bromance and Romance and Jobly Stuff

I’m attempting to write a Clint/Natasha story that’s supposed to be a romance. I say attempting because as much as I adore reading romance between them, I seem to have a hard time writing them as anything but...heterosexual life mates. It’s like I have the opposite problem than the one I have with Chuck and Sarah, where every single one of their conversations threatens to turn adorable and fluffy. Clint and Natasha skew more toward the understated and double-talky narrative.

Or it’s possible that Downton Abbey spewing feelings everywhere is killing my groove.

But yes, apparently I have talked myself into writing a Clintasha Bromance. Halfway through, I watched the Iron Man 3 trailer and it dumped half my plot dead in the water, too. So that was a bucket of fun.

In other news, a project that I’ve been stressing out about has been given a “Holy crap! That’s awesome!” rating, so…yeah, I’m no judge of my own abilities anymore. I’ve been beating myself to hell and back, convinced I was screwing up all over the place and meanwhile my boss is like, “This is amazing.”



Sister has a job interview this afternoon. Everybody pray she gets it cos then she can pay half the rent!

Here’s a sneak preview of the Clintasha story I’m writing.

( He’s probably not taking notes )

Also, I heard three different radio deejays crying into their microphones this morning. St. Louis is officially depressed. If you hear somebody shouting, “DAMN YOU PUJOLS,” you can bet it’s a St. Louisian. This is, after all, a drinking town with a baseball problem.

Nanowrimo in a week. Egads, help us all.

Frea