Fic Update: A Place Called Azkaban, Snow & Mistletoe
As promised, the next chapters of A Place Called Azkaban, Chapter 6, and Snow & Mistletoe, Chapter 8.
Yes, in Snow & Mistletoe, the infamous goat scene is over and done with. I . . . named the few goats I actually bothered to name after the goats at my job, except for one. (It would have been confusing to introduce another 'Jesse,' when one has horns and hooves and one really, really, does not). Yes, even Billy the billy. We're very unoriginal. And yes, I've been jumped on the way Aberforth got jumped on, sort of a gentle rear with some hooves making friends with your ribs. It's interesting in that goats don't really jump on you with "take-you-down" intent the way big dogs can when they decide they want to play and you're being boring. They jump on you with "Hi-hold-still-I'm-just-gonna-reach-up-and-get-that-treat-you're-holding-above-your-head,-thanks" intent.
Enough about that.
I really, really liked this chapter of A Place Called Azkaban, mostly because it practically wrote itself. It makes a nice break from that damn cell, which unfortunately we're all going to be stuck in for the next three chapters, as Sirius isn't going anywhere until 1993. Ugh.
And no, between classes and driving like a loon and intermittent internet I . . . didn't get the next two chapters of these stories written. For Snow I have to go re-read bits of The Dark Is Rising (yay!) and for A Place Called Azkaban I have to channel my Alaskan Malamute. It's gonna be awesome. Both are feats for tomorrow, though.
Yes, in Snow & Mistletoe, the infamous goat scene is over and done with. I . . . named the few goats I actually bothered to name after the goats at my job, except for one. (It would have been confusing to introduce another 'Jesse,' when one has horns and hooves and one really, really, does not). Yes, even Billy the billy. We're very unoriginal. And yes, I've been jumped on the way Aberforth got jumped on, sort of a gentle rear with some hooves making friends with your ribs. It's interesting in that goats don't really jump on you with "take-you-down" intent the way big dogs can when they decide they want to play and you're being boring. They jump on you with "Hi-hold-still-I'm-just-gonna-reach-up-and-get-that-treat-you're-holding-above-your-head,-thanks" intent.
Enough about that.
I really, really liked this chapter of A Place Called Azkaban, mostly because it practically wrote itself. It makes a nice break from that damn cell, which unfortunately we're all going to be stuck in for the next three chapters, as Sirius isn't going anywhere until 1993. Ugh.
And no, between classes and driving like a loon and intermittent internet I . . . didn't get the next two chapters of these stories written. For Snow I have to go re-read bits of The Dark Is Rising (yay!) and for A Place Called Azkaban I have to channel my Alaskan Malamute. It's gonna be awesome. Both are feats for tomorrow, though.