What kind of week has it been? Well, I nearly ended up with horseradish in my iced tea (eurgh!) because I happened to be noshing on gefilte fish, and I did end up missing a rehearsal because I was halfway across town before not remembering whether I'd turned the damn oven off. Also, I
still miss my cat like nobody's business, which isn't helping my current tendency to fly off handles and cry to well-wrought Baroque music.
That, and trying to produce passable prose this week has been akin to sweating blood.
It always could be worse, of course: the lights were still ablaze in the accountants' office when I locked up less than an hour ago (i.e., after midnight). Plus, you lot are awesome -- you keep giving me reasons to gloat. To wit:
xanthophyllippa wrote
Prurient Proposals (Snape/Lupin, McGonagall/Hooch).
florahart's
Stitches in Time. Snape/Lupin avec needles, sans anesthesia. Yay Fantasy fest!
ellid worked all of my prompts (!) into her mail-
drabble. (See
here for links to other takes...)
busaikko humored me with an
eggplant-and-bloodplay vignette (with encouragement from
islandsmoke).
Wrote:
a Blaise and Draco scene (not Blaise/Draco) in response to
wildestranger's
prompt.
Hooked. Double drabble, Snape/Lupin, for
toilntrouble.
A birthday drabble for
schemingreader. Snape/Lupin.
A birthday drabble for
thermidor. Charlie/Draco, Snape/Lupin.
Their Man (Snape/Lupin/Tonks) - parts
10,
11,
12,
13, and
14. (This series and my other WIPs are all on hold until I'm done wrestling with the
Fantasy Fest bunny. It's a thumper...)
And, I clearly need to resume writing
food smut, since apparently all
busaikko has to do is mention
mustard and
Nutella to get me drabbling...