What the hell are you doing here? Why is it that I feel completely unexcited about chucking you out in favor of 'died from consumption before ever even going steady with anyone'? Also, I'm pretty sure 'preaching to the choir' is NOT in the submission guidelines, so, y'know. Plus, hi! Remember me? The Happy addict? Yeah. You're not fitting into any ( Read more... )

to add a couple of paragraphs of Jamie deciding to perform his version of I'm An Idiot. Perhaps not expecting Chester to be in the audience? I'll think about it while I'm getting clean. *Runs off to do just that*

Make an exhaustive list of everything you might do and do the last thing on the list
That's awesome advice, except that with my luck my list would end with 'cry' or 'freak out' or 'move to Skagway and become a Burlesque Queen' or something. And while at least the last one is entertaining, somehow I don't think that any of them really work for what I ( Read more... )

THE MOST BORING 1.5 HOURS OF MY LIFE. *Perk* However, the bit about international corporate espionage groups provided flint for the steel of my desire to write something involving Wales, and has sparked a few little blobs of writing. Nother terribly coherent or, like, involving exposition at the moment, sadly, but better than nothing. So far, I ( Read more... )

Cutting a very rambly post dead short, I would just like to say that I suddenly remembered Phaze's call for music-related submissions and I could send them PiNTotL/KOAFT Inc.. Just as soon as I get the whole sex-thing fixed, because as per the usual sex-for-publication = I'm not doing well with it. Pretending it's just for fun/friends isn't helping ( Read more... )

James "Jamie" A. Edwards - Lead singer and non-bassist ( Read more... )

Mildly spoilery for PiNTotL (which is probably its working title), though I don't know how much of a spoiler "refers to a happy ending!" can possibly be, particularly if you're at all familiar with me and my Happy Ending obsession (which explains why I STILL HATE WHEDON FOR SERENITY *ahem ( Read more... )

This is something that's not likely to ever fit into PiNTotL, since it's mildly unnecessary backstory. I was wondering why someone who sings for a living (or sort-of living, anyhow) would choose to smoke, and Jamie obliged me by actually answering the question ( Read more... )

Okay, so I know what's going on, or more precisely why certain things aren't happening, but... Seriously, nine hundred and twelve pages of arguing is NOT what I had in mind. I kind of wanted, you know, an honesty-inducing sexual encounter. *Glowers at Chester and Jamie* I sent you two back to a nice private place with a couch and a bed in addition ( Read more... )

If I have to be awake, and if you're insisting that I pay attention, I want smut. Where's my smut? Why is [location in story] Grand Central Station? Why are you just talking?

Why are those magpies yelling so God-forsaken LOUDLY? At least the girlcat is no long sitting on my head and yelling.