"Oh, she was blonde!"

Bunch of icons from dw_icontest for the last few weeks or so... and some that I just made because I wanted them (see: Ianto icon). Some of these I'm really proud of.

[12] New Who
[6] Classic Who
[1] Torchwood

( She was dangling from a barrage balloon, I had an invisible spaceship - I never stood a chance. )

I'm gonna stand beside my loved one 'til death deletes our time...

So, the writing is going somewhat better today than it was earlier. This is good, considering I have a lot do and not long to do it in. *Flails a bit*

Also, why is it so cold? Do I need to remind the universe that I live in Florida, and therefore it should not be so cold? I mean, I hate Florida. But if I'm going to be living here, I should at least get the benefit of feet that are not blocks of ice 99% of the time. *Grumblemutter*

I do get Torchwood tonight. That's always a plus. Though, you know, in the last two episodes, Martha's been randomly incapacitated somewhere midway through the episode. That had better not happen this time, or I will be Very Displeased. Can she have just a bit more awesome before she goes? Please? (I would also like more of her and Jack talking about the year that didn't happen, outright or otherwise - every time it happens, I squeak and flail.)

But anyway. I'm sure some time later tonight you'll get my squeeing and/or bitching. Right now, I have stuff to write. Like a ficathon fic. And then there's that icon thing I signed up for, and I've still got... thirty-seven to make in the next week, which isn't bad, really, except when you look at all that's going on this week. Oh God, save me. (Why do I do these things to myself? Except... don't answer that, because I know the answer to it already. It's because I'm a complete nutcase and if I'm not working myself to death, I feel utterly useless.)

Let's see how far we've come, let's see how far we've come...

Okay, well. I at least finished that fic that was getting in the way of my ficathon fic (not that I didn't enjoy the fic, because any time I get to write Jack and Martha just talking, I am happy... I'm a dialogue whore), but I haven't exactly gotten started on the ficathon fic. Which, on the one hand, is a problem because it's due... oh, let's see... today. But on the other hand, a grand total of two people out of about... at least twenty, if I recall correctly, and probably more, have actually posted their stories so far, so I'm feeling a little better. And I can totally whip out this story if I sit down and focus. Even if it is... plotty. And complicated. And. Um.

Fuck.

And meanwhile, in the process of writing that one story, I got attacked by a pen. It freaks me out to have ink on my hands (that I didn't put there).

I think I'm going to try the NaNo thing, in which I sit down with headphones and ignore anything else in the universe until I've written a certain amount. Well, first plotting needs to happen. But. Yes.

One more thing. Does anyone happen to have the song "Broken" by The Color Green? I want it. Badly. For... a thing. Yes. *Shifty*

(By the way, I have, in case you hadn't noticed, fixed my tragic lack of West Wing icons. This makes me happy.)

EDIT: WTF, GOOGLE DOCS, WHY DID YOU RANDOMLY CHANGE? I wouldn't be so freaked out except that THERE IS NO SAVE BUTTON READILY ACCESSIBLE. I have to go to the drop-down menu and it freaks me out and WHY WOULD THEY TAKE AWAY THE SAVE BUTTON?
...Well, okay. I'm being a spaz, because I can still use the keyboard shortcut, but still. STILL. WHY?

In other news, anyone want to help me think of an alien menace Torchwood would have to go out and deal with immediately? Something they couldn't just let slide, even if Jack (for one reason or another... well, one specific reason) would really rather hide in the Hub on that particular day? Anyone?