I am so behind
On everything. Fic. People's birthdays (related fic). LIfe, the universe, and probably quantum physics too (What? I adored Scott Bakula way back when.)
So, this week I'm going to try and reorganise my life. Put EVERYTHING on my iCal, and get stuck into my backlogged obligations.
I've already listed every fic I need to finish between now and Christmas. That scream you heard last night was me finding out the half done Advent stories did get lost in my great computer disaster a few months back. Must start them again from scratch. Grrrr.
This means I'll be trying to write and post roughly 2 fic a week (and no, unfortunately those drabbles don't count - damn!) for the next 2 months. I have a headache just thinking about it. And I have a book to finish, and quite a bit of non SPN fic related writing to do around the edges of Real Life. Urk.
Cross your fingers for me (and send coffee! And a nice white wine! And chocolate! And Winchesters! I pray to the great Bobby Singer - please, Bobby. Send me Winchesters!)
For those Australians I live among - I hope you had a great Melbourne Cup day.
For the Americans - VOTE YOUR HEARTS & SOULS OUT TOMORROW!
For my fellow Kiwis (and the British) - Happy Guy Fawke's Night tomorrow.
For the Kiwis (again) - DITTO ON THE VOTING in your elections this Saturday.
*counts on fingers* Think that's everything *G*
Meanwhile now I go in search of the front door keys that my mother has lost some time today. *rolls eyes* I have a suspicion I will find them in the rubbish bin again. It's just lucky that she didn't lose them yesterday, or they'd probably have gone in this morning's weekly collection. Now where are my rubber gloves and mask, Mulder?
So, this week I'm going to try and reorganise my life. Put EVERYTHING on my iCal, and get stuck into my backlogged obligations.
I've already listed every fic I need to finish between now and Christmas. That scream you heard last night was me finding out the half done Advent stories did get lost in my great computer disaster a few months back. Must start them again from scratch. Grrrr.
This means I'll be trying to write and post roughly 2 fic a week (and no, unfortunately those drabbles don't count - damn!) for the next 2 months. I have a headache just thinking about it. And I have a book to finish, and quite a bit of non SPN fic related writing to do around the edges of Real Life. Urk.
Cross your fingers for me (and send coffee! And a nice white wine! And chocolate! And Winchesters! I pray to the great Bobby Singer - please, Bobby. Send me Winchesters!)
For those Australians I live among - I hope you had a great Melbourne Cup day.
For the Americans - VOTE YOUR HEARTS & SOULS OUT TOMORROW!
For my fellow Kiwis (and the British) - Happy Guy Fawke's Night tomorrow.
For the Kiwis (again) - DITTO ON THE VOTING in your elections this Saturday.
*counts on fingers* Think that's everything *G*
Meanwhile now I go in search of the front door keys that my mother has lost some time today. *rolls eyes* I have a suspicion I will find them in the rubbish bin again. It's just lucky that she didn't lose them yesterday, or they'd probably have gone in this morning's weekly collection. Now where are my rubber gloves and mask, Mulder?