Stuff and Squee
I've been reading what everyone has to say about the new BSG episodes, even though the likelihood of my seeing said episodes anytime in the near future is slim-to-none. My enjoyment is therefore vicarious, but real. I guess I trust my flist to know good stuff when they rave about it! And now, the level of anticipation has reached overload, so if anyone has reputable dload sites to offer where I can get Scattered and Valley of Darkness or can YSI it for me, please say so.
Fic Update: yeah, I know. I've got so many fics in progress that it's unlikely I'll ever have an empty to-do list, but I'm stumped. Utterly. Can't make my head put two sentences together that work to my own satisfaction at the moment. But with ficathon due this week, I have to make something happen, even though I think I got the worst cliches EVER. Nothing is happening that isn't trite. So, updates on the things that ARE happening, if achingly slowly:
- Zak background fic, Mortal Son: is stalled right now. If you want something better than I can produce, anyway, read stars_like_dust. Her latest is beautiful.
- Kara background nine-drabble series, Pantheon: moving very slowly, sorry. Belly of Kronos and Iris and Aurora are done but the rest isn't getting anywhere.
- The long awaited conclusion to Closed Doors is actually getting somewhere, but while I have it mapped, the not-able-to-write thing is pissing me off.
"I’m sorry," he tried, but she cut him off.
"Sorry for what, Lee? For fracking my brains out? Or for what you’re going to say next?"
The edge of anger in her voice was justified, but it hurt all the same to hear her describe what happened that way. The guilt doubled when he realized that as far as she knew, that’s precisely what had happened: he hadn’t answered her. It drove him out of the bed beside her, and he rummaged in his locker for sweats because he still couldn’t look at her face.
"Go ahead," he heard her prompt him, pure Starbuck in tone now. "Say it."
"Kara -" he dressed, jerkily, stood up and rubbed a hand across his face. He could smell her on his fingers, and painful warmth hit him like a fist in the gut. She came around the table to stand next to him.
"No." The voice was coldly angry, and he had to look because the fury radiating off her was electric. "No Kara this time. Tell me what you’re going to do."
"This isn’t just me," he surrendered. "It’s your decision, too."
"No, it’s not," she pinned him to the bulkhead with her stare. "My cards are all on the table, Lee. You know that much. So are you going to play, or are you going to fold?" She was hard, her body tense, but her lip trembled. It hurt to see it. He reached up, brushed his fingers over it lightly, and she trembled all over.
"We can’t do this, Kara," he had to force the words out past the heart in his throat. It was the right thing to do, but it hurt like hell. "Not now."
Lee reached for her, but she was already gone. She was across the room at her locker, pulling out clean clothing, her shower kit. When she finally turned to look at him it was from the hatch, and her eyes were empty.
"You’re a coward, Lee Adama."
The door opened and shut again behind her, and he couldn’t argue with that.
- Post-Earth speculative fic, Backwards Turning: about 60% done, and probably the only thing I like about what I've written lately. Yet the flashback format is getting cold and I really want to rework it, if I can. This is plain old shippy Kara/Lee angst, and it's going to be okay, eventually.
- Dee, Cally & Kat gen!fic: Perquisites is moving slowly, too, but quite well. Adopted plot bunny which I owe from ages ago, will get done sometime, I promise.
I really should only work on one at a time, but my brain is uncooperative.
So-called 'real life' update: I got broadband, this week. Makes my lj-life much less complicated, but means I'm frantically scratching for things to read now that I have a ton more time online. Would love some good CSI recs, if anyone can share.
Other than that, Best-friend-in-absentia has left a gaping hole in my social life but I'm missing him more in the personal sense. Scratching for smut to fill the gap with, so someone write some. Have lost another 2kg, fit into his jeans again, only now I only have the pair I stole three years ago, as the rest are in Florida.
The literary world sucks, and my two opinions on HP6? Great book, and: if I were Hermione, I'd make some different choices.
I am playing too much Worlds of Warcraft.
ETA: hugs to bantha_fodder for recc'ing my Overheard at Crack Van. That's a first, and I'm very proud.
Fic Update: yeah, I know. I've got so many fics in progress that it's unlikely I'll ever have an empty to-do list, but I'm stumped. Utterly. Can't make my head put two sentences together that work to my own satisfaction at the moment. But with ficathon due this week, I have to make something happen, even though I think I got the worst cliches EVER. Nothing is happening that isn't trite. So, updates on the things that ARE happening, if achingly slowly:
- Zak background fic, Mortal Son: is stalled right now. If you want something better than I can produce, anyway, read stars_like_dust. Her latest is beautiful.
- Kara background nine-drabble series, Pantheon: moving very slowly, sorry. Belly of Kronos and Iris and Aurora are done but the rest isn't getting anywhere.
- The long awaited conclusion to Closed Doors is actually getting somewhere, but while I have it mapped, the not-able-to-write thing is pissing me off.
"I’m sorry," he tried, but she cut him off.
"Sorry for what, Lee? For fracking my brains out? Or for what you’re going to say next?"
The edge of anger in her voice was justified, but it hurt all the same to hear her describe what happened that way. The guilt doubled when he realized that as far as she knew, that’s precisely what had happened: he hadn’t answered her. It drove him out of the bed beside her, and he rummaged in his locker for sweats because he still couldn’t look at her face.
"Go ahead," he heard her prompt him, pure Starbuck in tone now. "Say it."
"Kara -" he dressed, jerkily, stood up and rubbed a hand across his face. He could smell her on his fingers, and painful warmth hit him like a fist in the gut. She came around the table to stand next to him.
"No." The voice was coldly angry, and he had to look because the fury radiating off her was electric. "No Kara this time. Tell me what you’re going to do."
"This isn’t just me," he surrendered. "It’s your decision, too."
"No, it’s not," she pinned him to the bulkhead with her stare. "My cards are all on the table, Lee. You know that much. So are you going to play, or are you going to fold?" She was hard, her body tense, but her lip trembled. It hurt to see it. He reached up, brushed his fingers over it lightly, and she trembled all over.
"We can’t do this, Kara," he had to force the words out past the heart in his throat. It was the right thing to do, but it hurt like hell. "Not now."
Lee reached for her, but she was already gone. She was across the room at her locker, pulling out clean clothing, her shower kit. When she finally turned to look at him it was from the hatch, and her eyes were empty.
"You’re a coward, Lee Adama."
The door opened and shut again behind her, and he couldn’t argue with that.
- Post-Earth speculative fic, Backwards Turning: about 60% done, and probably the only thing I like about what I've written lately. Yet the flashback format is getting cold and I really want to rework it, if I can. This is plain old shippy Kara/Lee angst, and it's going to be okay, eventually.
- Dee, Cally & Kat gen!fic: Perquisites is moving slowly, too, but quite well. Adopted plot bunny which I owe from ages ago, will get done sometime, I promise.
I really should only work on one at a time, but my brain is uncooperative.
So-called 'real life' update: I got broadband, this week. Makes my lj-life much less complicated, but means I'm frantically scratching for things to read now that I have a ton more time online. Would love some good CSI recs, if anyone can share.
Other than that, Best-friend-in-absentia has left a gaping hole in my social life but I'm missing him more in the personal sense. Scratching for smut to fill the gap with, so someone write some. Have lost another 2kg, fit into his jeans again, only now I only have the pair I stole three years ago, as the rest are in Florida.
The literary world sucks, and my two opinions on HP6? Great book, and: if I were Hermione, I'd make some different choices.
I am playing too much Worlds of Warcraft.
ETA: hugs to bantha_fodder for recc'ing my Overheard at Crack Van. That's a first, and I'm very proud.