this is a bit of a bipolar post.
I just wrote a self-referential haiku. *hides*
It's for a prompt at maychorian's party - it all started when I filled a prompt for lassiterfics: Team Free Will is cursed to speak in iambic pentameter. (It's here, if you're interested.)
And then things got kind of out of hand and now I have agreed to write a sequential curse fic in which they speak in different modes of poetry every day for a week. I'm over a thousand words and I haven't gotten past day 1 yet. *_*
The good news is, my overarching plot problem has resolved itself, so I know how to handle the case they're working on while this curse is going on. One less complication to worry about.
In other, more solemn news, it is Good Friday, and Jesus is in my house. Dad can't make it to mass as often as he wants, so my mother became an Extraordinary Minister of the Eucharist so she could bring him communion at home. Yesterday, she was permitted to bring home a second host for today, and we have it reserved in the living room upstairs. This is rather awesome.
It's for a prompt at maychorian's party - it all started when I filled a prompt for lassiterfics: Team Free Will is cursed to speak in iambic pentameter. (It's here, if you're interested.)
And then things got kind of out of hand and now I have agreed to write a sequential curse fic in which they speak in different modes of poetry every day for a week. I'm over a thousand words and I haven't gotten past day 1 yet. *_*
The good news is, my overarching plot problem has resolved itself, so I know how to handle the case they're working on while this curse is going on. One less complication to worry about.
In other, more solemn news, it is Good Friday, and Jesus is in my house. Dad can't make it to mass as often as he wants, so my mother became an Extraordinary Minister of the Eucharist so she could bring him communion at home. Yesterday, she was permitted to bring home a second host for today, and we have it reserved in the living room upstairs. This is rather awesome.