Good lord, I need a job
I've spent the past two days pretty much watching every reality show ever shown on Bravo. Lots of Top Chef,Top Chef Masters, some art show, and god help me, Real Housewives of New Jersey and The Rachel Zoe Project. I just can't seem to back away from the crappy tv. And I'd love to go outside, take a walk, take one of the dogs for a walk, but with high temps, humidtiy and a heat index of over 100, that ain't happening. Esp. since I am home with the Bean right now.
So really, I'm just sitting here, making myself paranoid by reading all my true crime serial killer books and sorting through my writing. Tolkien fic had to get re-hauled, again. The huge modern-day-Burn Notice-esque-War-Fandom-AU I've been working on for months had to get a re-focus. I kept trying to make it about Speirs (the spy) and Lipton (the NSA taskforce leader), but what I refer to as the Cajun Krewe kept taking over. Damn you, Snafu and Roe, stop being so fun to write. But seriously, it's just so fun having Snafu torment Babe and Spina like it's his day job. And Roe with his snarky laundry-room surgery.
Of course, a good portion of my writing keeps getting hindred by dogs placing their paws and snouts on my hands, and getting distracted by the cat who likes to chill in the tree top by my bedroom window.
And now, a bit of Punch Brother's playing "Rye Whiskey" for an example of just what the Hillbilly Jones fanmix is going to sound like.
So really, I'm just sitting here, making myself paranoid by reading all my true crime serial killer books and sorting through my writing. Tolkien fic had to get re-hauled, again. The huge modern-day-Burn Notice-esque-War-Fandom-AU I've been working on for months had to get a re-focus. I kept trying to make it about Speirs (the spy) and Lipton (the NSA taskforce leader), but what I refer to as the Cajun Krewe kept taking over. Damn you, Snafu and Roe, stop being so fun to write. But seriously, it's just so fun having Snafu torment Babe and Spina like it's his day job. And Roe with his snarky laundry-room surgery.
Of course, a good portion of my writing keeps getting hindred by dogs placing their paws and snouts on my hands, and getting distracted by the cat who likes to chill in the tree top by my bedroom window.
And now, a bit of Punch Brother's playing "Rye Whiskey" for an example of just what the Hillbilly Jones fanmix is going to sound like.
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