You guys are the awesomest. Thank you so much for all the lovely comments on my last post. You made me cry a little. Of course, that could also be the hormones. I watched Beaches today. Big mistake, since it's a sob fest even when I'm not biologically inclined to burst into tears at the drop of a hat ( Read more... )

The Tiny Tony Stark from this set is watching over me at Write Club tonight. He's ridiculously cute.

And it's sad that we will probably never see anything like this for Stargate, because I would kill for a Tiny Classic SG-1 like that.

So yes, at Write Club, not really writing. fairmer is being disgustingly industrious, clickity-clacking away at her ( Read more... )

It would probably be rude of me to start leaving this as feedback on certain stories: "SHE ALREADY CALLS HIM TONY! ALL THE TIME! OMFG. TONYTONYTONYTONYTONYTONYTONYTONYTONY!"

Am at the sekrit Feral Writers lakeside hideout for an impromptu Writer's Retreat with fairmer, daveamongus and pollyc, where I have napped on the couch, napped on the pontoon boat, napped on the ( Read more... )

Home from Retreat. Fantabulously lovely weekend with awesome people. Here's a taste of the hilarity (the most quoted Julie is not me). Previous years quotes are there, too. Bad language, tasteless humor, and incriminating bon mots.

fairmer and I talked on the way home about having place and opportunity to create traditions. We've been doing Writer's ( Read more... )

Writer's Retreat is off to its usual entertaining start. I'm not even drinking and I managed to delete last week's sg1_debrief issue while trying to delete a duplicate post of this week's issue. *facepalm*

But otherwise all is well and entertaining as hell. And I think there's even been some writing.

Leaving for for fantabulous days of Writer's Retreat on Wednesday, and THANK FUCKING SOMEONE, for I'm about to start punching people in the head. A lot ( Read more... )

fairmer and I are having Write Club at a bar that's playing disco, and has free wireless. The 21st century rawks.

Live from Writer's Retreat:

Note to self: Three Jose Cuervo maragarita minis gets you drunk faster, but not as drunk as a whole bottle of whine. Wine.

ETA: I lied. Drunker faster and drunker.

Okay, enough is enough. The allergies were one thing. I mean, I've never not had them, so you know, the state of having a slight head cold every single day (well the good days) of my life just feels normal. The asthma I could have done without, but yeah, whatever, I get that was probably inevitable, and hey, better living through corticosteroids ( Read more... )

Three days of writing in a row and a fic off to beta. Knock on wood, but I think my brain is finally cooperating again. Ah, words, how I have missed you ( Read more... )