As Always, Dancing In My Chair

Dear darling husband, light of my life, the end all and be all of my existence:

This is just the tiniest of reminders that when stacking containers in the basement,

little
goes on top of
big.

Forgetting that basic concept results in head injuries, torn muscles, and the chaos formerly known as your workbench.

Big may indeed go on top of little in other places quite successfully, say perhaps...in a bed, and will continue to do so as long as you remember the first item mentioned above.

Ouch.

ETA: I'm been informed by my daughter that she may have been responsible for the stacking fiasco before she left for Prague. *shakes head*

I don't suppose you'd all let me do something like just post the written parts and leave an apologetic note indicating where the rest would be if it would just freaking behave?


::insert hawt p0rn here::

::insert battle scene::

heartwrenching TC - written

::insert battle scene::

dramatic rescue - written

Epilogue - written - cue John Williams


I didn't think so.

Aaaaargh!

*kicks story*

*apologises to story and feeds it chocolate*

I'm at the point of going eeny meeny miney moe to figure out which WIP to flail about in tonight. I am just pitiful. One day physically in the office and I'm ready to drag myself up to bed before 8. I won't because that would mean I'd be up at 2 and I have to go in again tomorrow. Oh yay.

I guess it'll be the doujinshi entry I'm beginning to suspect may not be finished in time. Oh well, it's not just a challenge fic, it's a prompt response, too, and I didn't commit to the challenge.

Yawn.

*opens up doc with 37 pages of notes and winces*

Started 11/9/07 Le Beau Et La Bete Noire undermistletoe Challenge due 12/9



My undermistletoe challenge fic is stalling.

Aargh!

I know exactly what's supposed to happen, but the sex scenes are bringing me to a complete halt. As usual, I'm writing around them, but I'm also overwriting - revisiting scenes that are done and fiddling with a word here and there. Huge advantage when I write and post WIP's is I don't do that. What's posted is done and only my beta jakrar has the power to change them after that. *grin*

So, I just posted through Chapter 5 for my beta in the hopes that I'll get kicked back into writing instead of tweaking. I think part of my problem is writing sex scenes isn't happening in the office (gee, I wonder why not).

In addition, people are so thrilled to have me back in the office that I've had a steady stream of visitors and I have to keep closing my doc. Actually, I think they're stopping by to hear me try to talk. The little voice I summoned for the audio fics vanished. I squeak and croak. :-(

I'm also going to be banished to my bedroom tonight because Gary is hosting Bridge night. I do not play. People get pissed that I make my bids and ignore bidding conventions, so fine, I'll just take my skillz and make my own fun. However, 12 people arguing over cards in a small house is not conducive to writing. *pouts*

I'm back home tomorrow, thank goodness and can go back swapping between working and writing. The ninth is approaching at warp speed.

Working at home, being here with Gary with little contact with the outside world except for doctors, I have lost touch with the passage of time. I actually have to ask what day of the week it is when I get up in the morning and the date? Forget it. If it wasn't for calendar reminders popping up in my Outlook for work, I'd miss every single appointment. This is a real problem when it comes to figuring out when my sister and niece arrive this week for my second-to-eldest niece's wedding and then Gary's return to work and then his birthday and then a trip to Toronto for Cirque du Soleil for his birthday... There are dates involved, I'm sure, but they haven't really sunk in, you know?

So, I look at bagheera_san's post asking for a CLFF22 beta and I get ready to post 'Sure, send it over!', when the date it's due hits me. The 10th of September. The 10th! Not the 20th, which is what I put in my sidebar. Ten days earlier than I thought! *facepalm*

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you've heard it all before - Val whines that she can't possibly write her challenge fic in time - blah, blah, blah, fishcakes and then she writes it and Chicken Little wishes he had her gig. But...I was going to do a movie rewrite for this one which is at least 15,000 words and I haven't even re-watched the movie yet and my sister arrives tomorrow night and the following four days are owned by my family when I'm not working and ATAP wants is demanding to be written and I just lost 10 freaking days of writing time.

*crumbles into pitiful, sobbing heap*

*lifts head and looks around for sympathy*

*listens to echoes of mocking laughter*

*picks self up and pretends just tripped over piece of &%$#@ dust on floor*

*grins sheepishly and changes due date on sidebar*

Oy.

...since I've had to navigate the perils of flying by myself and certainly not since I became ill last year. I hadn't realized just how dependent I've gotten on Gary for the simple things like not lifting luggage or having to walk from the furthest point of the parking garage dragging my fully loaded laptop case and suitcase. I was shaking and sweating by the time I reached the terminal and trying to convince myself that vomiting what little breakfast I'd managed all over the ticket agent was a particularly bad idea to entertain.

Boarding pass obtained, I then stood in line for an incredible amount of time with my laptop case, incredible considering it was 5:50 AM on a Tuesday in Rochester - WTF? Hell, we laugh around here when we call it Rochester International Airport.

Now I'm safely sitting in the boarding area and my stomach is slowly reconsidering the inside-out option and my shaking has subsided enough to let me type. Thank goodness Gary booked a flight where I get to just stay aboard in Baltimore for the second leg to Charlotte. I'm already dreading the flight back that has me changing.

Boarding soon.

Downloads GIMP.

Ooooh, shiny!

Fiddles and tinkers.

Ooooh, more shiny!

Creates banner instead of writing.

Ooooh, very shiny and plays with journal configuration instead of writing.

Creates cover for story.
Creates icon from cover for story.

Repeat.

Repeat.

Uploads covers.
Uploads icons.
Adds covers to first and last part of stories instead of writing.

Ooooh, shiny!

Adds icons to all parts of stories (all 30+ parts).

Ooooh shiny!

Decides to reduce icon count for future non-payment for extra icons, default OK for most posts.

Ooooh shiny!

'Fixes' name on new cover icons because not sorting as expected (missed dash, extra space.

Damn.

Not so shiny...

Memo to incredibly stoopid self: Icons use the name to match on for display, else use default icon. You change the freaking name, you will end up with the default for all the posts that used to point to the old icon name.

Idiot.

Re-adds icons to all parts of stories (all 30+ parts).

Ooooh shiny!

What is it with me and housework? All I did was put clean sheets on the beds and make them and I guess I was bored because now I have a CLex/Firefly crossover. I've never really read anything in Firefly fandom! I have the series, but have only seen Serenity once and will have to think about getting a copy because this bunny is not going away anytime soon. I have the first 500 words down. Why me?

I am going to take a bath and read my bath book (currently moseying through Stranger In A Strange Land) and compose my thoughts and then update at least one of my WIPs today.

*walks away muttering imprecations and looking for rabbit repellant*