Right.  Here's some more fic for you all.  December is proving to be an *incredibly* productive month.

Chapter Eight:

December 20, 1986:

Despite a promise to be at the barge by four o'clock, it was nearly half-past by the time Adam showed up.  Duncan was in the middle of switching the laundry when he felt the warning of the lad's presence along the ( Read more... )

I'm in bloody Cleveland still.  O! How I hate Ohio!

On a more positive note, I now have a few new poets to check out.  Amanda got me into reading poetry, and she always freaks out when I mention someone that (a) I didn't learn about in school and (b) she never told me about, either.  (and that's 'freaks out' in a good way.)

And now, more ' ( Read more... )

finally managed to sleep.  And then I woke up and got on a plane to Cleveland, so I wrote some fic en route.

Here's chapter six of Shades and Echoes (working title: That Damned Highlander AU).  Enjoy.

Chapter Six:

By the time MacLeod finally called a halt to things, Methos had gone past irritated and out the other side into resignation.  They'd spent ( Read more... )

Right.  So the insomnia still hasn't gone away, but that's good news for anyone who wanted to read the next bit of that damned Highlander AU.  Which I'm now calling Shades and Echoes.  There's a reason behind it, but don't expect coherency from a woman whose only sleep in the past 36 hours took place on a flight from D.C. to L.A.  Apologies to ( Read more... )

...re-read Jonathan Swift's A Modest Proposal while waiting to board at Dulles today.  Why don't people write that sort of scathing commentary today?  The world is too politically correct, dammit.

Am not even going to comment on the sheer annoyance that was airport security, save to say that there is no need for me to be strip-searched every single ( Read more... )

...it bites hard.  And I am also a hopeless insomniac who stays up until five in the morning when I have a flight at ten fifteen.  It's all part of my master plan to not be awake enough to really remember the hell that is Dulles International.

so, yeah.  Here's even more of that damned Highlander AU.  At this point, I think I need to come up with a ( Read more... )

The G.O.P. YouTube debate is tonight.  Be afraid -- be very afraid.  I'm really not going to go into what I think of the whole YouTube debate idea in the first place, largely because I don't think anyone wants to read a rant on the dumbing-down of America, or my sarcastic commentary on the idea of allowing the general public to ask questions in a ( Read more... )

...which I quite excel at, sadly.

I was going through notebooks tonight, looking (so far futilely) for the last installment of the Marauders fic-a-thon.  (I'd re-write it, only I really liked it and they never turn out as well when I try to do re-writes from memory).  Anyway, I came across tons and tons and tons of snippets from various fandoms, ( Read more... )

I?  Hate. Cleveland.

Seriously.  After the day I've had, I am *more* than willing to believe that Joss was right.  Demonic activity would go a long way towards explaining some of the people I had the joy of dealing with this afternoon.  Plus?  Have you tried to find a five-star hotel in Cleveland - or for that matter anywhere in the Midwest during ( Read more... )

Chapter Three:   Before Me Today

"While I speak to ye,
The jaw is falling,
The red cheek paling,
The strong limbs failing;
Ice with the warm blood mixing..."
-Alfred, Lord Tennyson - All Things Will Die

"Adam, would you excuse us for a moment?" I asked, and didn't wait for an answer before turning to Edward. "Can I see you in the bedroom?"

He ( Read more... )