Merlin, and things
OR how I learned to stop worrying and …. Okay, no I can’t finish that sentence.
I will never ever stop worrying. It comes from being raised Catholic and being a mother and working fulltime and trying to fight for my own space and hobbies and writing and … wait, what were we talking about?
Oh, right!!! Sorry, I’m easily distracted - lol.
God, seriously what was I going to say? Oh, right, Merlin.
Uhm …. I have just over 4k done on my big bang now and seem to have beaten down the part of me that wants Owen and Kay to run off together. Poor Percy.
But after a week of I Am A Pants Writer and No One But My Cats Love Me, I’m (relatively) back on track. I hope.
I have about three weeks to get my cockbert big bang done, and the author claims for the Sherlock rebang open tomorrow. All I need to do (cue hysterical laughter from the bastard muse and one of his wives - Lola, I think; Khandi is nowhere to be seen….) is get some words down in good old google docs every day and try to ignore my persistent and crippling laziness/low self esteem/neuroses/cats …. You know, the usual.
Um. I stopped for a bit to read fic and now I really can’t remember what I was going to say. Ugh.
Daylight saving attacked this weekend here and our clocks went back. Extra hour blah blah blah … I don’t care. I hate it coming and going. It makes me tired and grouchy for at least a week.
Bleh. Winter Is Coming …. ;p
I will never ever stop worrying. It comes from being raised Catholic and being a mother and working fulltime and trying to fight for my own space and hobbies and writing and … wait, what were we talking about?
Oh, right!!! Sorry, I’m easily distracted - lol.
God, seriously what was I going to say? Oh, right, Merlin.
Uhm …. I have just over 4k done on my big bang now and seem to have beaten down the part of me that wants Owen and Kay to run off together. Poor Percy.
But after a week of I Am A Pants Writer and No One But My Cats Love Me, I’m (relatively) back on track. I hope.
I have about three weeks to get my cockbert big bang done, and the author claims for the Sherlock rebang open tomorrow. All I need to do (cue hysterical laughter from the bastard muse and one of his wives - Lola, I think; Khandi is nowhere to be seen….) is get some words down in good old google docs every day and try to ignore my persistent and crippling laziness/low self esteem/neuroses/cats …. You know, the usual.
Um. I stopped for a bit to read fic and now I really can’t remember what I was going to say. Ugh.
Daylight saving attacked this weekend here and our clocks went back. Extra hour blah blah blah … I don’t care. I hate it coming and going. It makes me tired and grouchy for at least a week.
Bleh. Winter Is Coming …. ;p