satellite is coming
Have signed up for yuletide and sesa. Am questioning sanity already, six weeks ahead of schedule.
A meme from yesterday, because I have kind of a time lag thing going:
Post exactly one sentence from each of your current work(s) in-progress. Mention the title (and genre) if you like, but don't mention anything else. This is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).
popslash, Southside: Chris had a room right by the southwest transport line, and slept to the sound of freight trains.
popslash, untitled: It was a wet, chilly morning, barely light outside, and as soon as he got on the bus he sought out the nearest comfortable flattish surface, part of which had Lance on it, so he put his head on Lance's leg and let his eyes fall shut again.
HP, A bright, particular star: Remus didn't remember taking his boots off, but they were standing by the bed, next to Sirius's fancy but battered black dragon-hide ones.
HP, Fighting for strangers: "Maybe Crabbe will splinch himself, if we're lucky."
HP, untitled: When he got to the Great Hall, there was no sign of Remus, so Sirius sat with Lily Evans and Eusebius Cox and had shepherd's pie and sexual frustration for lunch.
The real purpose is, of course, to remind me to write. Mm hm.
A meme from yesterday, because I have kind of a time lag thing going:
Post exactly one sentence from each of your current work(s) in-progress. Mention the title (and genre) if you like, but don't mention anything else. This is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).
popslash, Southside: Chris had a room right by the southwest transport line, and slept to the sound of freight trains.
popslash, untitled: It was a wet, chilly morning, barely light outside, and as soon as he got on the bus he sought out the nearest comfortable flattish surface, part of which had Lance on it, so he put his head on Lance's leg and let his eyes fall shut again.
HP, A bright, particular star: Remus didn't remember taking his boots off, but they were standing by the bed, next to Sirius's fancy but battered black dragon-hide ones.
HP, Fighting for strangers: "Maybe Crabbe will splinch himself, if we're lucky."
HP, untitled: When he got to the Great Hall, there was no sign of Remus, so Sirius sat with Lily Evans and Eusebius Cox and had shepherd's pie and sexual frustration for lunch.
The real purpose is, of course, to remind me to write. Mm hm.