Due to my having a crappy day, I re-read some good ol' Plaude fic to cheer myself up. And now I kinda want to write a Heroes/Grimm crossover, because wouldn't Claude meeting Monroe be awesome? Then I remembered that Claude, Peter, and Neal and the other Peter (this might get confusing at some point) from White Collar all like in live in New York ( Read more... )

Thanks to the lovely visiblemarket, I now have two new bunnies, never mind that I owe someone a fill on the Grimm kinkmeme and I have a ridiculously long sequel to write, I now have two new bunnies.

This is too cute.

This one just invites mischievousness.

I really, really do. Heroes. POTC. I got an urge to read Sparrington aka. Jack Sparrow/Norrington about a month ago and started searching on the web for some old stories and whatever was new since the last time I looked, which was years ago. 2009, maybe. I knew the fandom had gone pretty downhill by then, but damn. It makes sense, though. Most ( Read more... )

I can't get used to this. Sure, in London by four it was already black, but it should not be dark at five. I don't care what spot of the planet I'm on. This never stops feeling weird. I need to get earlier. I get like four hours of sunshine now. So wrong ( Read more... )

Today's breakfast time: 2:30 ( Read more... )

From waking up at 9 (I haven't woken up before 10:30 in weeks), to being stuffed in a car for an hour, to writing, to watching a horrible Heores episode to reading up on the state of gay fiction and excessive defensiveness to writing some more until my body hurts and my stomach is annoyingly hungry to hearing from someone who had great insider ( Read more... )

I've noticed something. Discussing Heroes online works while in real life it really doesn't. Mostly because online I can chose what discussions to take part of while in real life I always end up talking to someone whose opinion is the opposite of mine. The first time the person I was talking to liked volume 3 and though Peter was kinda pointless ( Read more... )

1,450 words. One scene. I cannot believe myself. I was afraid of going back to this thing because it's the bunny that spawned the novel that started this whole Tudor madness, as well as the one I'm writing now, but I guess the amount of bunnies it can give me are washed out. It feels odd, but good ( Read more... )

The books are watching me. As I sit, a humongous pile of unread history books stands less than two feet from my chair, quilting me with its unshrinking presence. Perhaps if I stare at it long enough I shall automatically absorb the information into my brain. *stares* Damnit, it's not working ( Read more... )

My nephew came over and fixed it. It was the router not recognizing the new modem, like I thought.

Also, I see that someone has opened a Heroes fandom secrets com. I'm not sure I want to look at it because so many of my opinions differ from the majority of fandom. It tends to put me in a bad mood. My policy lately has been to stick to the corners ( Read more... )