elrhiarhodan

I realized the world had already lapped me.

Actually, that's way overdramatizing things. I was up and out of my house before seven, beat the school bus traffic and about halfway to work (just got on the highway) when I realized my cellphone was not in my pocket. Nor in my purse.

It was on my night table at home.

My routine had gotten slightly disrupted this morning and I forgot to double check before I left the house.

I also completely forgot to post the WC100 prompt yesterday.

I have a feeling the day is going to go steadily downhill from here.

To prevent that from happening, Wonderful Flist, please tell me something wonderful, send me pics and gifs and all sorts of silliness if you can.

I'll start everyone off with the Let's Get Snuggly video.

I thought I could do it. I really did. I thought I had another 31 days of wankfic in me for this year, but I don't.

I'm all MMOM'd out.

For the record, I hate giving up like this. I feel like a failure. But I can't do it anymore. Sorry, especially to those on my flist who left me terrific prompts this year. I am sick and sad with regret, like I made it halfway up the mountain only to fail because of a blister.

Truth is that I've got to get going on my WC Pairings fic, I have a WCBB to write, plus the Sandy fics I promised to my very generous friends. Struggling to write the wank isn't doing me or those obligations any good.

My dear friend, sinfulslasher is posting a new WC wank fic every other day (she's alternating with NCIS) and the extraordinarily talented tbffj is doing a daily WC wank fic and if you're not following these ladies' writings, you most definitely should. They are both brilliant.

Again, I am very sorry about this.

Had bad nightmares last night, really horrific - but not out of a horror movie-type.  These were realistic and traumatic and like nothing that I've ever had before.  I don't even want to say what they were because that would make them real.[Poll #1780947]Open to: all, results viewable to: all

Which Fic Would You Want To Read?

<input ... >Death Fic

<input ... >Tim/Matt RPS

What Makes You Happiest?

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Puppies!

<input ... >Kitties!
<input ... >Baby Bunnies!
<input ... >The UPS Truck Delivering Your New Sex Toys!
<input ... >Matt Bomer
<input ... >Tim DeKay
<input ... >Tatt DeBomer
<input ... >Starfish!

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So I'll come out and say it.  I wrote White Collar death fic.

(ducks)

A serious death fic.  4300 words long.  It's also an insanity fic. 

You know the rabbit in Donnie Darko?  Well, it's been the plot bunny that's been eating away at my cerebral cortex until I finished it.  Now that it's out of my system, I can get back to V-world and the three bingos and the Small Fandomfest pieces.

Objectively, I think its well written, it's got a full dramatic arc, and my wonderful writing partner, gyzym tells me that the character voices are in canon. But it's death fic, it's very, very dark and heartwrenching and there is just no happy ending, although there is a full measure of comfort.  I am afraid that I'm sounding all self important, but I fear this piece of writing.  Okay, I fear reaction to this piece of writing - like, HOW THE HELL COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME? 

I am not posting it on my journal here, but it's up on my Dreamwidth account if you want to take a look.  But please remember, you are reading at your own risk. 

Every once in a while, I need a weekend off.  I mean, I love my RL friends - I love doing things with them, but sometimes, I really just need to chill.  I know I should be working on the MFNL.  I need to come up with a cover first, and work on some of the Convention News, the Frank Lloyd Wright tour, the eBay report.  But I find have little interest in doing any of that.

So, I spent most of yesterday and today sitting in Starbucks and writing White Collar fic.  Not porn...sadly.  Just fic.  (Porn comes later).  And it's not like I need to sit in Starbucks...I've got a perfectly lovely office, outfittled with perfectly lovely monitors and desk lamp and comfy chair.  But for some reason, the creative juices flowed better in an uncomfortably hard chair, surrounded by noisy coffee machines and the O'Jays playing way too often (it seems that Motown is incessent in Starbucks these days...except for about 5 mins yesterday when Mad World played).  Maybe it's the lack of pleasant distractions, like Hulu and the three Jeremy Brett SH DVDs from Netflix, or the workbench or the ... whatever.

The iPad and new bluetooth keyboard (small enough to keep in my glovebox) are perfectly fine for writing.  So long as I'm not at a table that rocks.  I'll be very happy when the new software with multitasking comes out...I'd like to be able to keep some chat windows opened.  Oh, well.  Nothing in life is perfect.  Except my iphone. 

Anyway...

Got my hair cut yesterday.  After years of spending a fortune at a high-kick salon, a few months ago, I tried the place adjacent to the Korean nail salon I get my mani/pedi's at.  You know what...I've been getting the best hair cuts and colors of my life.  For like a fucking quarter the price, and without the snobbish attitude.  The cut on Saturday was perfect, except that for some reason, I got hair clippings where hair clippings should never go (okay - TMI).

Watched the new episode of Burn Notice earlier this evening on Hulu.  I think this is the strongest season start ever.  And actually got something done while watching.  I've had this bracelet on the "WIP" pile since before I went to Arizona in early February. 

(I have to say, the 50mm f/1.4 is going to be my favorite lens - the bokeah is like heavy cream.)   It's two-count peyote using new size 11 Japanese Toho rounds - two strips for the band, joined with vintage nickel plated Czech size 15 charlottes.  The "butterfly" is simply two pieces made using peyote stitch with beads increasing in size from 11 to 8, all bordered in round nickel-plated size 11s.  The clasp is a cop-out.  After months of searching for something a little more elegant, I ended up just using a .5" snap.  (Stop me if this makes no sense to you) 

Oh well, I wanted it done and off my desk, and it is.

What else?

Not much.  Will continue to work on fic for a few more hours.  It's the backstory for my Kink Bingo X - it will fill the center "wildcard box" - I hope.

Everyone should enjoy the rest of their Sunday night.  Have some Chinese food, watch the replays of World Cup soccer.  Write some porn.  Or just do something you're good at.  Even if it's kicking back and doing nothing.

Very best to all of you.

Elr.

I've got way too many WIPs...

• Vampire World (stuck on plot...need serious help)
• The Holiday Series (someone's got to talk me down from making Peter's parents potheads.  Or not)
• Just signed up for the Small Fandom Fest...and the plot bunnies are multiplying by the hour
• A non-Paladin 'verse story that sends Peter off of the deep end, and it's all El's fault
• The subway sex piece for themkshrine 

A series of gifts for my flist...

Six pieces of jewelry in various stages of completion, one is a real commission.

My desk looks like a computer store, a book store and a jewelry supply store vomited all over it.

I've got the MFNL to write by the end of June.

And right now, I want to do absolutely NOTHING.