Wherein Izzy is deserted by the Title-Muse:

[reina_isabella]

Ten/Ford fic is done. (Yes Daniel I said it's done.)

Except: I need a bloody title. Just one little word, even. And bugger me, but I cannot think of a damn thing. I'm this close to just calling it Turnip, or Shopping Trolley, or Bollocks. Just to be done with it.

Bugger bugger bugger. I'm going to bed.

Comments

[order_of_chaos]

I vote for Turnip. Or maybe for The Infinitely Improbable Adventures of Pinstrips and Holden. In either case, I can't wait to read it.

G'night!

[reina_isabella]

*snort*

I think I figured it out (when I couldn't sleep at 5-o-bloody-clock this morning) ... but really: The Infinitely Improbable Adventures of Pinstrips and Holden, indeed.

Bwahahahaha!

[scots_git]

I am waiting patiently. Do you see how patiently I'm waiting?

That's me: patient like a fox.

You *are* pretty foxy ...

[reina_isabella]

All right, keep your kilt on, Hamish. Some of us have work to do, yeah? It is only half five on this continent, after all.