Adventures in Homeownership
*listens to crickets*
Things have been rather quiet around here, haven't they? Well, I want to assure everyone that a) I'm not dead(yet)! and b) I really am writing something, promise.
Work's been insane as of late - when is it never? There've been several instances that have done a very good job of pounding my muse into silence. Stress, I've found, is the easiest way to cause my muse to stop uttering even a peep.
Today, I am working from home as there are plumbers here trying to fix a pipe with a hole in it. Well, more appropriately I should say it's a pipe approximately 3 feet long that has no bottom in it. The pipe was busted before I even owned the house (so love the former homeowners and their awesome ways of not taking care of things). I'm just currently waiting to find out how much money I'll have to spend on this repair - I'm hoping for under $1000 I really, really am. But we'll see.
In the fun front - I'm making things up now, seriously - I'm working on two fics. And, as a bonus, here are some snippets from each:
Sherlock fic:
He keeps track of the days by scratching lines into the wall with his fingernails each time he sees the sunrise. He’s almost down to the quick of his nails now - apparently seven days is the maximum amount of time anyone can be expected to scratch on rock without drawing blood.
He hasn’t eaten for at least five days. What water he gets he doesn’t particularly want to think about - there’s no telling what’s living in it and he hopes he doesn’t end up with a stomach issue on top of everything else. These things, however, aren’t insurmountable. He can survive for weeks without food as long as he keeps getting water, but it won’t be a pleasant way to end his life.
John grits his teeth and tells himself not to dwell on it. He’s either going to die or he’s not. If he dies, it’s going to be as a soldier. If he lives, well, he’s not going to call that an ‘if’. He’s not ready to die. His plans certainly don’t include dying in some hell hole called Afghanistan.
DW Fic:
She doesn’t remember how old she is. It should bother her - intellectually, she knows it should - but it doesn’t. What’s a birthday when the entire universe, and all of time with it, is at her fingertips? She knows better than to mention it to her mum. Jackie’d never understand - and she’d be rather out of sorts at the knowledge that her daughter spends far more time away from her than Rose really lets on.
Still, it’s become a bit of a tradition now. Visit her mum on her chronological birthday, stay the night since her mum won’t hear otherwise, and pray the Doctor and Jack don’t get into something they can’t get out of while she’s not with them. She’s not naive enough to think they lark about London, seeing the sights. For all she knows, they’re off to some other planet to get a critical part for the TARDIS. The most important thing is that she has the Doctor’s promise that he’ll be back.
One night. It’s not all that bad, really. She gets to spend time with her mum and then its back to normal. She gets to go back home.
So how's everyone out there in LJ-land?
Things have been rather quiet around here, haven't they? Well, I want to assure everyone that a) I'm not dead(yet)! and b) I really am writing something, promise.
Work's been insane as of late - when is it never? There've been several instances that have done a very good job of pounding my muse into silence. Stress, I've found, is the easiest way to cause my muse to stop uttering even a peep.
Today, I am working from home as there are plumbers here trying to fix a pipe with a hole in it. Well, more appropriately I should say it's a pipe approximately 3 feet long that has no bottom in it. The pipe was busted before I even owned the house (so love the former homeowners and their awesome ways of not taking care of things). I'm just currently waiting to find out how much money I'll have to spend on this repair - I'm hoping for under $1000 I really, really am. But we'll see.
In the fun front - I'm making things up now, seriously - I'm working on two fics. And, as a bonus, here are some snippets from each:
Sherlock fic:
He keeps track of the days by scratching lines into the wall with his fingernails each time he sees the sunrise. He’s almost down to the quick of his nails now - apparently seven days is the maximum amount of time anyone can be expected to scratch on rock without drawing blood.
He hasn’t eaten for at least five days. What water he gets he doesn’t particularly want to think about - there’s no telling what’s living in it and he hopes he doesn’t end up with a stomach issue on top of everything else. These things, however, aren’t insurmountable. He can survive for weeks without food as long as he keeps getting water, but it won’t be a pleasant way to end his life.
John grits his teeth and tells himself not to dwell on it. He’s either going to die or he’s not. If he dies, it’s going to be as a soldier. If he lives, well, he’s not going to call that an ‘if’. He’s not ready to die. His plans certainly don’t include dying in some hell hole called Afghanistan.
DW Fic:
She doesn’t remember how old she is. It should bother her - intellectually, she knows it should - but it doesn’t. What’s a birthday when the entire universe, and all of time with it, is at her fingertips? She knows better than to mention it to her mum. Jackie’d never understand - and she’d be rather out of sorts at the knowledge that her daughter spends far more time away from her than Rose really lets on.
Still, it’s become a bit of a tradition now. Visit her mum on her chronological birthday, stay the night since her mum won’t hear otherwise, and pray the Doctor and Jack don’t get into something they can’t get out of while she’s not with them. She’s not naive enough to think they lark about London, seeing the sights. For all she knows, they’re off to some other planet to get a critical part for the TARDIS. The most important thing is that she has the Doctor’s promise that he’ll be back.
One night. It’s not all that bad, really. She gets to spend time with her mum and then its back to normal. She gets to go back home.
So how's everyone out there in LJ-land?