Erm.
Still trying to get banner for B&C. If retro one doesn't come this afternoon, I'll post story with my own not so cool one later this evening. Know you're all chomping at the bit for fic, and I'd kind of like to push another one out of the WIP nest and hope it works out how to fly before it hits the ground.
Apart from that. Spent morning at hospital with my mother. She ended up having 3 tests done instead of one - less hassle in the long run I suppose, and at least I don't have to take more days off work at this stage. Got to waiti a few days for pathology, but all indications are nothing dreadful found despite my mother's worst hypochondriac fears. Of course that didn't stop her breaking down in tears as soon as I got her home to bed to recover from the anaesthetic. Damn it. She worries about everything and nothing, so what can I do? Hmm bashing head mindlessly against a wall again sounds a good idea. Probably better than telling her to just chill.
Does this make me a bad daughter?
Too many distractions at hospital to get much writing done. Only managed about 5 pages. Bad me. Finally I decided WTF? And made notes for a whole other story Dress me in white (a Jess ficlet), did a test banner for that that may be workable, and a banner that I do like for Run another wip (which is way down the priority list - but sometimes ideas come out of order)
Anyway enough of me moaning. I'll go see what if I can dodge up a 2nd or 3rd banner possibility for B&C2, and will post fic later today.
But now I need coffee, and chocolate, and a cold pack on my eye because I woke up this morning with a blood vessel burst and I still look like hell. Thank God for sunglasses *wanders off looking like a younger Jack Nicholson in drag* Erm, sorry, bad image to leave you with...
Apart from that. Spent morning at hospital with my mother. She ended up having 3 tests done instead of one - less hassle in the long run I suppose, and at least I don't have to take more days off work at this stage. Got to waiti a few days for pathology, but all indications are nothing dreadful found despite my mother's worst hypochondriac fears. Of course that didn't stop her breaking down in tears as soon as I got her home to bed to recover from the anaesthetic. Damn it. She worries about everything and nothing, so what can I do? Hmm bashing head mindlessly against a wall again sounds a good idea. Probably better than telling her to just chill.
Does this make me a bad daughter?
Too many distractions at hospital to get much writing done. Only managed about 5 pages. Bad me. Finally I decided WTF? And made notes for a whole other story Dress me in white (a Jess ficlet), did a test banner for that that may be workable, and a banner that I do like for Run another wip (which is way down the priority list - but sometimes ideas come out of order)
Anyway enough of me moaning. I'll go see what if I can dodge up a 2nd or 3rd banner possibility for B&C2, and will post fic later today.
But now I need coffee, and chocolate, and a cold pack on my eye because I woke up this morning with a blood vessel burst and I still look like hell. Thank God for sunglasses *wanders off looking like a younger Jack Nicholson in drag* Erm, sorry, bad image to leave you with...