Okay, so it's been awhile. And I hate this chapter, for what it's worth.

( His houseplants might not be dead, but he's still not a doctor you should trust. )

Okay, so I got a postcard from saintlyloins today, and I decided to reward it with a drabble, since it is a very nice postcard. (Pretties! I like the art style.)

And I have no idea why the muse decided that Sophia and her boys were going to do Christmas, but the muse did, so...

( Holiday Rules )

I actually liked this chapter.

( One happy fucking family reunion, complete with audience. )

This one's actually in the timeline, and follows the entry from December 12th.

Yay for Sophia and Greg fun.

( Ninja's are people too. )

Okay, so I was talking with phoenixeiros / kwishin (who really needs to post in either of her freaking journals) and we were discussing T.S. Eliot and the awesomeness that is "The Hollow Men." Which is, in fact, one of my favorite poems. And it occured to me, that I actually had a story referencing it. Which made me feel all kinds of authorially spiffy, because ( Read more... )

Okay, so saintlyloins brought it to my attention that I haven't updated this in awhile, so...

( Tell you everything. )

I am going to bite something shortly, so I figured I'd do something productive instead. Because banging my head against the wall only gave me a headache, and I'm not allowed to bite things, or so sayeth the muse. (One very abused and slightly gnawed on knuckle may have reinforced this issue, but who can say for sure ( Read more... )

I'm using this icon because I think my brain has cracked under the strain of the word count. Which I still haven't met yet, but I'm a lot closer than I was ( Read more... )

I am slowly but surely catching up on my word count. This bit was fun, though I can't decide how I feel about Greg's tendency to deliberately shoot himself in the foot around Sophia. (He likes annoying her by telling her women are genetically predisposed to say in the kitchen. Which I actually had someone tell me, for just the same reason. It ( Read more... )

Oh man oh man. Midterms totally ate my life. And then, well, my muse decided that she was more inspired in non-NaNo directions, and we all know that I have no self-control where the muse is concerned. She's the reason I write total crack a lot of the time. (Well, that and the fact that I am chronically sleep-deprived. Being chronically-sleep ( Read more... )