Partial fic update
Partial, because they're still not damned well finished.
Work continues apace on Five Readings for Sister Anne, S is for Winchester, and *coughs and shuffles feet* ... uh ... Let's call it fate.
*points at flist* I saw that! I saw you all checking your copies of my w.i.p. list. Heh. Fooled you. Tis not on it. Nowhere on the list, or even in my brain, until last night that is.
Oops I thought up another one. Must be something in my muesli. Yes, we (i.e. you) have another fic to wait for. Sit down, have a glass of wine, or a nice mug of coffee or hot chocolate (add a sliver of orange zest), and a lemon poppy-seed biscuit (just out of the oven and too warm still to ice, but I don't think any of you mind that. You can always come back in an hour for another finished one) while you wait.
Let's call it fate is a coda to 3.16. I wasn't going to write the angst of that (except for the bit where I accidentally - totally it was an accident - fell on some in the beginning and end of S is for Winchester) for ages.
Um, but I have/am/are so too doing it now. *blows raspberry* And I did a banner (on my own, so it's sadly not one of secret-seer's awesome ones.)
See, told you it wasn't exciting. But it has rain (love me some rain as much as Dean likes pie), and it fits the emo Sammy mood of the piece. Or hopefully will when I've finished writing the sucker. Now I just have to send a text to noirbabalon and warn her to expect another fic this weekend. Poor beta.
slazersc - Blood and Cupcakes Well, I have just done a userpic for it. *points* Does that count? Do you know how much fun hard it was to get Dean out of his clothes and into a cupcake t-shirt? Heh. He refused to wear a Martha pink t-shirt so I had to search for a manly *snicker* black and white one. The background is my (and Martha and Sam's) subtle revenge.
pinkphoenix1985 - The Zombie Mash Darn. I'm living in the wrong city. Melbourne just held its annual fright event. Click here to see the zombie shuffle. I've always wanted to do one of these. *pouts* PP, hon - I would have done this for you (even better if you'd been here to shuffle with me). It might even have given me much needed inspiration for your (slowly) upcoming fic. But I sadly heard about it too late to hop on a flight dripping blood. Hmm, shall just go and make a bloody red tomato pasta dinner instead and imagine it is blood and intestines to keep the mood going. It is after all the thought that counts. Speaking of thoughts, this is one idea I had in mind for the banner for your fic PP.
And on the non-fic front:
A word to the wise. If you're ever up a ladder changing lightbulbs (new bulb WORKED - yay, water through skylight didn't kill the wiring. Phew!), and you decide to check all the smoke detectors while you're up at ceiling height - don't forget to put earplugs in your ears before you put new batteries in them. Ow!
Wanders off to pull bread rolls and loaf of bread out of oven (I know, biscuits and bread all in the same morning? I am just that good. Or I could be procrastinating again. Hmmm) and use up the ... EEEEEEEKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!! last scoop of real coffee beans in the house. Damn it where are my car keys? Dean? Rev up the Impala, we have a coffee emergency!
Work continues apace on Five Readings for Sister Anne, S is for Winchester, and *coughs and shuffles feet* ... uh ... Let's call it fate.
*points at flist* I saw that! I saw you all checking your copies of my w.i.p. list. Heh. Fooled you. Tis not on it. Nowhere on the list, or even in my brain, until last night that is.
Oops I thought up another one. Must be something in my muesli. Yes, we (i.e. you) have another fic to wait for. Sit down, have a glass of wine, or a nice mug of coffee or hot chocolate (add a sliver of orange zest), and a lemon poppy-seed biscuit (just out of the oven and too warm still to ice, but I don't think any of you mind that. You can always come back in an hour for another finished one) while you wait.
Let's call it fate is a coda to 3.16. I wasn't going to write the angst of that (except for the bit where I accidentally - totally it was an accident - fell on some in the beginning and end of S is for Winchester) for ages.
Um, but I have/am/are so too doing it now. *blows raspberry* And I did a banner (on my own, so it's sadly not one of secret-seer's awesome ones.)
See, told you it wasn't exciting. But it has rain (love me some rain as much as Dean likes pie), and it fits the emo Sammy mood of the piece. Or hopefully will when I've finished writing the sucker. Now I just have to send a text to noirbabalon and warn her to expect another fic this weekend. Poor beta.
slazersc - Blood and Cupcakes Well, I have just done a userpic for it. *points* Does that count? Do you know how much fun hard it was to get Dean out of his clothes and into a cupcake t-shirt? Heh. He refused to wear a Martha pink t-shirt so I had to search for a manly *snicker* black and white one. The background is my (and Martha and Sam's) subtle revenge.
pinkphoenix1985 - The Zombie Mash Darn. I'm living in the wrong city. Melbourne just held its annual fright event. Click here to see the zombie shuffle. I've always wanted to do one of these. *pouts* PP, hon - I would have done this for you (even better if you'd been here to shuffle with me). It might even have given me much needed inspiration for your (slowly) upcoming fic. But I sadly heard about it too late to hop on a flight dripping blood. Hmm, shall just go and make a bloody red tomato pasta dinner instead and imagine it is blood and intestines to keep the mood going. It is after all the thought that counts. Speaking of thoughts, this is one idea I had in mind for the banner for your fic PP.
And on the non-fic front:
A word to the wise. If you're ever up a ladder changing lightbulbs (new bulb WORKED - yay, water through skylight didn't kill the wiring. Phew!), and you decide to check all the smoke detectors while you're up at ceiling height - don't forget to put earplugs in your ears before you put new batteries in them. Ow!
Wanders off to pull bread rolls and loaf of bread out of oven (I know, biscuits and bread all in the same morning? I am just that good. Or I could be procrastinating again. Hmmm) and use up the ... EEEEEEEKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!! last scoop of real coffee beans in the house. Damn it where are my car keys? Dean? Rev up the Impala, we have a coffee emergency!