So, here's my Dear Author letter for ALL CAPS Exchange. You may notice a strange similarity to the ones I've written in past years. That is all in your head. There is at least one important difference.

( Dear Author Letter 3: Dear Author Letter IN SPAAAAAACE )

So, here's my Dear Author letter for ALL CAPS Exchange. I, um, heavily cribbed from the one I did last year.

( Dear Author Letter 2: Son of Dear Author Letter )

So, here's my Dear Author letter for ALL CAPS Exchange.

( Hey! Hi! Hello. How YOU doing? )

This is a placeholder for an entry of some kind that I'll write when I'm not driving to three different 24 hour stores looking for a particular kind of styrofoam cup for my mother, goddamn ( Read more... )

I suspect I might not be able to post an entry tomorrow because I'll be driving around somewhere in assfuck nowhere Virginia, doing a picturesque holiday activity I don't actually remember agreeing to do, but we can only wait. In the mean time, here is one of those pseudo-fics you end up half-outlining and half-writing in gmail chats with a lot of ( Read more... )

Two full days of staff meetings and interviews for our new executive director, my two hour commute home, and hockey have all conspired to leave me in a bad mood, and all I can do is sulk on my couch and begrudgingly write tonight's entry to work myself back to normal. Except now I don't know what to write. So I'm combing through my Words.doc to see ( Read more... )

Another trope meme prompt that grew rampantly out of comment-length. More FF7 fic.

( Say Yes to the Dress )

So, yeah, I just can't do short comment meme prompts. They just grow. But I had fun, so, um, please feel free to give me some more prompts. Maybe they'll actually keep resulting in things. Meanwhile, here is FF7 fic from the meme.

( Reverently, Discreetly, Advisedly, Soberly )

I have all my windows open because the weather has gone cooler; it's that glorious time of year when I need neither heat nor air conditioning, and the air smells wonderful. However, at night there's some kind of tree frog or creature that makes this low, guttural, throat-rattle sort of croaking that sounds exactly like the noise you hear in horror ( Read more... )

Last week's weather made me think spring was just around the corner, and then it sucker-punched me in the kidney with snow and ice yesterday. Uncool, February. Very uncool. I have not the brain power for actually making a real post. Let's just throw some stuff all up in here and leave the real postings for later.

( Two conversations on technological developments in the confessional booth, and parkour/dangerous shit to try as related to hockey and FF7. Also some crap on how I end up titling stories. )