hello world, hope you're listening
Doubt it's made world news, but the Queensland floods have been pretty horrific. I've never really been a part of a natural disaster before, and it's kind of terrifying, even if I'm on the fringes. Our house has flooded twice so far. Only a few inches of water downstairs(we live on a big arse hill, but the fact that we have a pool - one that I've been partly draining twice a day), but it's still scary. The only casualties for me so far have been my dad's encyclopaedia's which were on the bottom shelf of the bookcase. It's kind of scarier too because my family is all away on holiday, so it's just me in a big empty, damp house. My best friend is gonna stay over a few nights hopefully if it doesn't let up. Anyway, I hope everyone else is keeping as safe as they can.
The state library has also been evacuated, and since that's where my job interview was supposed to be tomorrow, it means my life's on hold for a few days. I'm thinking I might write tomorrow. I've got so many fics that are really close to completion, including an Inception one, three Glee fics (lol), a Skins RPF where everyone sleeps with everyone, a Skins Cook/Katie fic, a Ke$ha/Taylor Swift one (LOL WAT), that Merlin/Harry Potter thing plus like, a gazillion more.
I've been going through my wip folder today actually, and I love finding things that I'd completely forgot I'd written.
When Jim was little, four or five, and he was maybe still enough company for his mom, she’d read him storybooks. Not the enhanced narrative telling devices like they have on the ships, but great, big old ones with cardboard covers and watery illustrations. He remembers vaguely, loosely, the feel of the paper underneath his fingers and the way his mom would deepen her voice when taking on the tenor of a knight or prince charming, the gravelly tone that would leave him giggling and reaching for the soft stretch of her skin as he lay curled against her chest.
“Right,” Jim says, “So, you’re-“
“Of no importance,” the man says, unblinkingly, his blond hair falling in his eyes and Jim nods, not an easy feat given the sword currently pressed against his throat.
“Right,” Jim says again, and the guy’s lip curls.
He gets thrown in the dungeon. Merlin comes down and sits opposite him.
“There’s an odd looking man with pointy ears currently negotiating your release.”
Jim snorts a little, and Merlin chews on the inside of his cheek. “So, you’re from the future?”
“Sure,” Jim says, “Why not?”
“I’ve heard stranger things. How’d you end up in here?”
“How did you come to this place?” the blond says gallantly, and Jim shrugs, says, “Magic.”
Apparently it was the wrong thing to say.
Lol, one day I might actually finish this.
The state library has also been evacuated, and since that's where my job interview was supposed to be tomorrow, it means my life's on hold for a few days. I'm thinking I might write tomorrow. I've got so many fics that are really close to completion, including an Inception one, three Glee fics (lol), a Skins RPF where everyone sleeps with everyone, a Skins Cook/Katie fic, a Ke$ha/Taylor Swift one (LOL WAT), that Merlin/Harry Potter thing plus like, a gazillion more.
I've been going through my wip folder today actually, and I love finding things that I'd completely forgot I'd written.
When Jim was little, four or five, and he was maybe still enough company for his mom, she’d read him storybooks. Not the enhanced narrative telling devices like they have on the ships, but great, big old ones with cardboard covers and watery illustrations. He remembers vaguely, loosely, the feel of the paper underneath his fingers and the way his mom would deepen her voice when taking on the tenor of a knight or prince charming, the gravelly tone that would leave him giggling and reaching for the soft stretch of her skin as he lay curled against her chest.
“Right,” Jim says, “So, you’re-“
“Of no importance,” the man says, unblinkingly, his blond hair falling in his eyes and Jim nods, not an easy feat given the sword currently pressed against his throat.
“Right,” Jim says again, and the guy’s lip curls.
He gets thrown in the dungeon. Merlin comes down and sits opposite him.
“There’s an odd looking man with pointy ears currently negotiating your release.”
Jim snorts a little, and Merlin chews on the inside of his cheek. “So, you’re from the future?”
“Sure,” Jim says, “Why not?”
“I’ve heard stranger things. How’d you end up in here?”
“How did you come to this place?” the blond says gallantly, and Jim shrugs, says, “Magic.”
Apparently it was the wrong thing to say.
Lol, one day I might actually finish this.