I have no idea if I'm going to manage to finish a story by the end of this week. Life/work/whatever ate me. Oh CRAP.

Dammit, I can't decide what to work on tonight: Giles & Ethan in hell (rescuing Buffy) or Giles/Buffy post-Becoming (sweet charity auction fic). Which one would be more self-indulgent? Hmm. One of them is angsty and bleak but ends in peace, and the other is dark and wild and full of things that disturb me a little bit. Hmm, I say once again ( Read more... )

You don't want to know how many of these I've already resorted to.

1. Working on the perfect writing soundtrack.
2. Cleaning up the tags on my music collection.
3. Sorting my BPAL imps alphabetically.
4. Fixing minor bugs in my fic archive software.
5. Cleaning the garage and putting away the husband's latest tool explosions.

I am writing commentary for the absurdly-titled "A Bottle of Jack Daniels Following Apocalypse", and all I can think is: I need more Buffy/Giles. New BG. Now please. Am having severe withdrawal symptoms.

Might be reduced to re-reading The Transformations Quartet for the Nth time. Angsty traumatic tortured Giles in braces with the lovely speech ( Read more... )

Can has commentfic or other distracting/cheering/motivating entertainment?
ETA: My new web app framework! Disclaimer: need to be at least this nerdy to laugh.