When the fic is over
So, here it is - one of the big questions of life.
What do you do when the fic is over?
You take the laptop to bed with the top 3 undone fic from your works-in-progress folder. And you end up making absolutely no notes, but creating userpics instead because you are a sad, sad, person. Oh, and because Winchesters are awesome, and they deserve more userpics. And because everything is connected to everything in my warped brain, I did a series of 3 (blame the multi-part fic for the fact that I can't do anything as a one-shot for a while until I'm deprogrammed). Here's the first one because everything begins with John ::miss John::
OK, moving right along. My Sunday? Went for an hour and a half hike - too many hills, not enough calories burned. Story of my life. Then had fabulous reflexology session. Result? Happy feet. Very, very, happy feet. If I could have that everyday along with a neck massage and my choice of Winchesters all would be well with my world. Did I take my feet dancing afterwards? Nope, they went grocery shopping, then home to sand down a wall in a bathroom, and then they painted the damn wall - twice. Grr. Looks good in candlelight. Who cares about daylight.
Oh, have cool event to go to next weekend. Going to listen to the the first programme in the Music and Words concert series - with a performance by acclaimed didgeridoo player and composer William Barton, as well as some poetry readings. Hope as great as it sounds. Will report back next weekend (which is a 3-day weekend. Yippee!!!!)
Then found out elderly mother has invited several of her relatives to visit mid-week. (Yeah I guess that makes them my relatives too ::sigh:: not really big on the whole family thing). And I'm sure they are all perfectly nice octogenarians from the remote bush, and that we will all have wonderfully stimulating conversations about cattle, and dams, and ... um ... whatever else people off cattle stations from the west talk about. Very glad big fic is finished or I would be screaming even more at the thought. As a result of incoming visitors I spent the afternoon cooking batches of teeny tiny salmon pies. Look good, but tired now. Note to self: Next time, don't make puff pastry from scratch!, buy damn stuff from shop. Now I just have to decide if I make amazing Delia Smith 4-layer lemon cake filled with lemon curd (to die for!), or less complicated, though almost as yummy apfel strudel. Hmm, decisions, decisions. Shall decide tomorrow.
For now I'm going back to the fic, have to post one new (not a multi-parter - YAY!!!!) within the week to feed flist before they start sending me hate mail in lieu of citrus tarts.
What do you do when the fic is over?
You take the laptop to bed with the top 3 undone fic from your works-in-progress folder. And you end up making absolutely no notes, but creating userpics instead because you are a sad, sad, person. Oh, and because Winchesters are awesome, and they deserve more userpics. And because everything is connected to everything in my warped brain, I did a series of 3 (blame the multi-part fic for the fact that I can't do anything as a one-shot for a while until I'm deprogrammed). Here's the first one because everything begins with John ::miss John::
OK, moving right along. My Sunday? Went for an hour and a half hike - too many hills, not enough calories burned. Story of my life. Then had fabulous reflexology session. Result? Happy feet. Very, very, happy feet. If I could have that everyday along with a neck massage and my choice of Winchesters all would be well with my world. Did I take my feet dancing afterwards? Nope, they went grocery shopping, then home to sand down a wall in a bathroom, and then they painted the damn wall - twice. Grr. Looks good in candlelight. Who cares about daylight.
Oh, have cool event to go to next weekend. Going to listen to the the first programme in the Music and Words concert series - with a performance by acclaimed didgeridoo player and composer William Barton, as well as some poetry readings. Hope as great as it sounds. Will report back next weekend (which is a 3-day weekend. Yippee!!!!)
Then found out elderly mother has invited several of her relatives to visit mid-week. (Yeah I guess that makes them my relatives too ::sigh:: not really big on the whole family thing). And I'm sure they are all perfectly nice octogenarians from the remote bush, and that we will all have wonderfully stimulating conversations about cattle, and dams, and ... um ... whatever else people off cattle stations from the west talk about. Very glad big fic is finished or I would be screaming even more at the thought. As a result of incoming visitors I spent the afternoon cooking batches of teeny tiny salmon pies. Look good, but tired now. Note to self: Next time, don't make puff pastry from scratch!, buy damn stuff from shop. Now I just have to decide if I make amazing Delia Smith 4-layer lemon cake filled with lemon curd (to die for!), or less complicated, though almost as yummy apfel strudel. Hmm, decisions, decisions. Shall decide tomorrow.
For now I'm going back to the fic, have to post one new (not a multi-parter - YAY!!!!) within the week to feed flist before they start sending me hate mail in lieu of citrus tarts.