Courtesy of an inspiring birthday card from msscullyred I have a new quote for my sidebar *points* →

"It is never too late to be what you might have been."

*High fives* George Eliot who was obviously a woman of great sense and makes a note to change life immediately

( Like now, dudes! )

Note to self: Do not climb up 6 foot ladder (unsteadily propped up a palm tree) and attempt to drag down supposedly loose giant 13 foot frond stuck awkwardly in top of tree after storm.

( Not alone anyway )

I have completely CRACKED! ( YUP TOTALLY CRACKED )

First day of my week off work (I'm counting the weekend to make it all seem so much longer) - whee!

Fic update:

Finished my edit of S is for Winchester, and it's off to the beta tonight. Phew

2 more fic finished. *Wipes feverish brow* 'Waiter, make the next one an iced latte would you?'

Complete outline written for the 3rd new series - The ( Read more... )

Dashes in to show off new hair cut ( Read more... )

Almost the end of the week. Thank goodness for that. Need it to end on a positive note to make up for all the computer woes.

Speaking of positive notes:

secret-seer came to the rescue with 18 (18!) of my old emails that contained some story banners and graphic elements for future works. YAY for SS!

noirbabalon also pulled a rabbit out of her virtual hat, producing ( Read more... )

Urk. It is all a blurr of backups, and downloading, and trying to recreate basic information on missing files. Never ever want to have this happen to me again. Hence me working through last night to enter as much information as I could remember (memory cells in brain decaying faster than normal this week). I doubt I made much sense at work today. ( Read more... )

Just ignore the wailing and tearing out of the hair ( Read more... )

So, pinkphoenix1985 (she has a countdown on her LJ - COOL!) alerted me to the fact that my shameful absence from LJ has meant I hadn't even noticed how close we were to the start of the new season of SPN. Our boys are almost back!

( blushes and shuffles feet in shame )

Glory, glory!

All visitors went home to their respected farms/cattle stations/whatever TODAY! My house is mine, mine, mine, mine to run singing through. Um oh well, except for my elderly mother who lives here. But I guess life can't be completely perfect can it? ( Though I can dream )