Sep 30, 2009 20:57
I had a dream a few nights ago that Sisky had cancer and died, and when I woke up I was sad, because DEAD SISKA, but also because FOUR IN THE MORNING. And then I was even more sad because I sat there for two hours staring at my ceiling and trying to figure out how to turn it into fic.
In other news, school is beating me to death with the business end of a hammer, and all I want to do is read about how much Andy Mrotek loves him some Adam T. Siska and maybe write some Smalltown, and maybe throw in some Christmas, because I love Christmas and it just started getting cold and I want snow. Unfortunately I think I have read all of the Butcher/Sisky in the world and I can't seem to write.
Also me and Nora, due to circumstances and time constraints and other horrible things, had to drop out of the H/C prompt, and I am sad. But we will continue to work on it because vaguely steampunk arranged marriage Pete'n'Patrick FTW.
That is all I can think to say.
I think that I want to do a prompts post. Because that is a productive use of my time. So give me some prompts, and I will perhaps write you comment fic. Or maybe I'll just write comment fic anyway. IDK.
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