If my muse hadn't boogied off to points unknown, it'd be 5 hours of writing time -- gotta take minutes off for the "turn off all portable electronics" time at the beginning and end -- but she has and so it isn't. And for some reason my attention span for reading has similarly dwindled, so that won't provide much solace. Sigh.
Other than that, I've had a lovely weekend, the two highlights of which were bironic coming over for pork roast and conversation, and awesome email exchanges with daisyily. ♥ ♥ ♥
Going to bed now; hoping the threatening rain actually falls and washes this crap out of the air for a bit.
I might explode.
Spent almost 3 hrs on poeia's fic last night and wrote 724 words. Probably because of the almost-explode-y feeling. On the plus side, I like the 724 words, other than word #676. It came out as "imprecation," but WTF, brain, who the hell uses that word? So now it's the only slightly inferior "disdain."
2) I submitted a F!S to amuse Jane but it was deemed "too big." : / I'm too lazy to re-submit it, though.
3) I miss daisylily and hope she's back on LJ soon.
4) RSL was in Thousand Oaks, CA, this past Thursday (8/28) so either he didn't get married on 8/23 or it was a v. short honeymoon.
Oh, RSL, you try to be nice but something happens between your brain and your tongue:
"This is the real thing, and Will is the real thing, and I'm really happy for him," said actor Robert Sean Leonard who stars in the TV show "House."
"Acting awards are all politics, and it's nice to get them, but they don't mean anything. This is different. Medals are legitimate, and the contests are legitimate."
From an 8/29 Ventura County Star article about Olympic gold medalist equestrian Will Simpson.
I do NOT need to keep plotting out the House ep guest-starring Joe Flanigan and David Hewlitt as the POTW and his husband, respectively. NO. Not even though I have the post-reveal denouement, which features Thirteen being asked to pass along a referral to a special psychologist and a pamphlet titled "Liking Who You Love: Coming to Terms With Your Sexuality." NO.
I want to know who is remixing me for remixredux08 and what story she or he has chosen. I realize that actually knowing this right now would violate both the letter and the spirit of RemixRedux, but that realization does not stop me from wanting it. Ah well. This want will be satisfied in time.
I want the hair-dye universe (xaipw knows what I'm talking about) to either vacate my brain or turn itself into a fic that would meet one of my RSL BD Fic commitments.
I want to apologize to those to whom I made RSL BD Fic commitments for the continued delay in getting those fulfilled. I very much appreciate the donation you made and am honored you chose me to write you a fic. The delay is me getting wrapped around the axle, nothing to do with you. Sorry.
I want significantly more people to leave me comments on "In for a Pound," although I'm resigned that it may not happen.
I want you to have a very pleasant evening. And for me to have one, too.
PS. My husband and son are playing a game called "Tickle Tongue." If I didn't know Mr. Laundry, I might find that disturbing.
It's 4:30 pm and I've finally changed out of my pajamas. That being a noteworthy accomplishment should tell you something about my day.
I've tried whining, fretting, and worrying, and now I'm going to threaten: Rodney had better start telling me exactly what he and John said in argument number one or somebody is going to get written as very, very small in the 'evil man parts' department. I'm talking 'more than a handful is wasted' small.