That's what I really want to know. I was sitting in a coffee shop for two hours yesterday waiting on a car service. Had my coffee, had fruit toast, had my laptop. All was right with my world. Until ...
Yeah, was supposed to be putting the dead time to good use finishing off the current crack. Is that what I wrote? Nope. Did I work on any of the other many works in progress? Nope. Something completely off-centre came into my brain, and I was a gonner. Now I know I am open to just about anything but Little Red Riding Hood and SPN? Um. Yep. I wrote a short fic with that in my head. Actually I wrote three times as much, but I left the majority on the cutting room floor after the third coffee, because you really didn't need me retelling the whole tale with an SPN twist. What did that leave? 5 pages of future weirdness.
Will it make it into my LJ, or even further? Don't know. Have just tossed Something's at the door to the delightful
msscullyred, beta extraordinaire to take her mind off adventures in the snow. We'll see what she says.
In the meantime my printer has just decided to print in invisible ink for the 2nd time in as many weeks. And it has new cartridges too. Damn it, now is not the time for me to have to buy a new printer. Need to buy a new car first. Why does everything die in the one year? So while I sit here cursing my old Epson printer, send fix it vibes my way, please.