no one gets to tell me if I've lost or if I've won

Writing in first person with certain characters makes me want to throw things. It doesn't help that I'm having trouble figuring out the plot of this story, but mostly it's the narrator. I'd say I'm going to kill her, but... I've already done that. God damn it.

I do like this story though, crazy plotting issues aside. (The plotting issues would be easier to deal with if a certain SOMEONE could manage linear thought. Or, you know, consistent verb tense.) It has Hunts. None of the Hunts anyone knows, but I like my crazy demon family. And then there's another random demon who I just know is going to cause me problems, but... shhh.

At some point I'm going to have to start plotting the zombie book, but... eh, that's what October's for. If I get it all solidly plotted out before then, I just know something shiny will attack me at the last minute and I'll end up trying to write that with absolutely no plot, and that doesn't end well for me.

My back hurts. My jaw hurts a little too, but that's more a persistent ache that's been going on for a couple weeks now for no apparent reason. I am feeling better than I was last night - that is a definite plus, physical pain aside, and I love my friends. You don't need to know why, just know that I do.

Today I'm doing productive things. Unlike yesterday, when I mostly stared at various RP characters' profiles and poked at them a little.

I need to figure out what I'm doing for writerinadrawer. Guys, if you ever feel the need to use Shakespeare titles as prompts... don't do it. Just say no. It's just mean.

And then I think I shall poke at On a Saturday a little. Pretty soon I will get to play with index cards. That's always fun.

Somewhere in there will be tags, but the Doctor is stalled in the middle of that thread with the watch and the TARDIS. ...Although now that I look at that thread, it might actually be my tag. Shitfuckbears.

My Torchwood kids are busy, though I might just post Sam for the hell of it. And since Chris is off work for the next week? Very soon we shall have a thread of archangel doom, and that will make me happy. ...Though I want to write a fic with my archangel kids before that happens just so I can get the hang of them.

Nina is here. Unlike normal people, we get together for social events and... sit here on our laptops and RP. But this way, I can start cackling randomly and freak Nina out! (I don't mean to. These things just happen.) Nina bought us Chinese food too, and for this I adore her. This is especially good because Evie and I have... almost literally no food in our house.

Yesterday, I realized I knew exactly how to fit Nate Cavanaugh into On a Saturday. And on reflection? It's ridiculously obvious. And a little terrifying. This fills me with glee, especially because Nate is back in my head and I missed her. Nate, you are my favorite.

I apologize to anyone I'm slow at threading with today. Magi, Evie and I are having a demonstration that is full of awesome and Wacky Narration. Guys, we're full of crack, I hope you know. But CRACK OF AWESOME.

Still trying to figure out what I want to write for writerinadrawer this week. I mean, it's an awesome prompt and I do have an idea, but... I just think everyone is going to write that, so I don't know.

And here, have a meme from minkhollow.
Comment on this post, and I will choose seven interests from your profile and ask you to explain what they mean, and why you are interested in them. Post this along with your answers in your journal so that others can play.

( I am the leader, dammit! )

I finished the Doctor's profile (yay), and my new demon is ready to come in whenever her hellhound buddy is ready. I'm pleased by this. Of course, I have ten other characters' profiles to do, still, but, you know. Progress. Tagging should happen, but I'm waiting for... something. I can't remember what it was, but I was waiting. Um. Well, that's great.

I need to call my mother. I wouldn't have even remembered, except that my dad called me earlier this morning and forced me to wish him a "Happy Mather's Day". ...Do not ask. My father is a strange man sometimes, and does make up holidays randomly, but I love him.

Plotting for On a Saturday is happening, which makes me happy. This verse is made of love and win. And one of the characters is one of the ones I want to bring into the Rift some time. She's only a minor character in OAS, but she's awesome. And the Rift could use her, I think. Of course, it's me, so OAS is going to end up with a billion and one minor characters and then I'll be flailing because there isn't enough of them in the stories, never mind that they are minor characters and that's sort of the point...

I'm avoiding thinking about writing my writerinadrawer fic for this week. I just... augh. The prompt is going to be hell to write for, because I hate writing drunken characters. I usually don't enjoy reading about drunken characters (drunken tabledancing and mistletoe-induced kissing in the Rift aside). A world of do not want for this prompt. *Sighs* If anyone has any brilliant ideas, please let me know. In the meantime, I'm going to be sitting here hiding, until, like, Thursday night when it becomes evident I really do need to write something. This is the way things go.

You know what annoys me?

I'm writing a Torchwood fic with Jack and Yvonne, and I can't make an oblique reference to one of my favorite crackships because the timeline is off. Damn you, Fragments, and your... having... backstory! Or something.

*Dramatic sigh*

Though I would like to note that every time I watch Army of Ghosts/Doomsday, I get the urge to write epic stories about Torchwood One. Even if they're crazy and don't know when to stop poking at things, THEY ARE ADORABLE. And I could play with my crackship in that same verse! It would be brilliant!

Yeah, mostly I'm just sitting here nervously waiting for the results of writerinadrawer. Yes, I get way too worked up about these things. Shut up.

Also, if anyone is wondering (I know you weren't, but I like to pretend), On a Saturday is undergoing even more crazyfun changes in my brain. (Damn you, Rift.) I don't even know if I want to actually plot anything until it appears to have settled down into some sort of... sane... stable... verse... thing. Except that I want to, because I miss my crazy immortals. And the crazy DMA kids. And... yeah, there's a lot of crazy in this verse.

My back hurts. A lot. I need to find painkillers. I know there are painkillers around here somewhere... I just never remember where I've put them when I move them. Iiii'm brilliant.

Clearly I should wait to start properly plotting my Script Frenzy thing until three hours before it starts. Yes. This is a wise course of action.

...You're not believing it either, are you? Didn't think so. But I'm still going to attempt it, because I'm... a masochist, clearly. But I've decided I'll be happy if I just finish the pilot, rather than meeting the goal of 100 pages, which measures out to about one and three quarters of an episode in teevee, if you were wondering. ...Well, maybe less than that if you write like Aaron Sorkin, with a bunch of dialogue in a brief span of time.

Anyway. Yes. There was plotting going on.

Meanwhile, Torchwood fandom continues to be full of crazy and remind me why I'm not seriously involved with it, much as I love the show. It's the Jack/Ianto shippers. They freak me out. And then I run into one of them insisting that Jack has no sexual feelings for Gwen from KKBB on, and I can't stop laughing.

And have I ever mentioned that Leonard Cohen songs, no matter what song, will always bring to mind Matt/Suzanne? newredshoes? This is ALL YOUR FAULT. In the best way possible.

This post really has no point, except I suppose to let you all know that I'm still alive and I do, in fact, do other things with my life than ramble about the Rift. For instance, earlier today, I made scrambled eggs. I'm rather impressed with myself for that. Shut up, it's a big accomplishment for me.

I just killed a spider the size of a small rodent. It was terrifying.

Gah. Florida. Why?

I managed to get icons for torchwoodlims and dw_icontest done today, which I'm very pleased with.

And apparently doing that kicked my productivity into gear. SO MUCH YAY. So I'm going to go off and worldbuild some, and maybe even plot. My brain won't work for tags right now, so sorry for those of you waiting for them, but OMG WRITING. Or... worldbuilding. Whatever, same difference.

I can't remember if I've managed to eat today, which is troublesome, but I don't really care, 'cause... I'm writing. *Glees*

The heat doesn't turn on. *Poutsulk* I am freezing. Which really just means I am going to take a long, hot bath as soon as I finish watching "Parting of the Ways" (which is making me want to cry, but in the good way). The good thing is that I'm very awake for this time of morning/day, considering that Evie and I went to bed at... like... seven last night. We were both ridiculously tired.

So. "Parting of the Ways". Then bath (I'm so pleased by our bathroom that is big (relatively) and has fluffy blue towels and bathmat and everything!). Then I need to poke at the Fic of Doom, because I haven't for a while now and if I just leave it, I'll never get back to it (because it's scary). And then poking at On a Saturday. And I have an icon to make for torchwoodlims, but I've got until Saturday night for that.

Oh shit, that reminds me I have to finish my 10x10variated table. *Facepalm* Shit.

And you know, somewhere in there is dishes and unpacking, but given that at the moment, we've got nowhere to unpack our stuff to... Eh. Not so thrilled about that, and I'd really prefer to leave it mostly in boxes until we've got furniture and stuff.

I woke up to find it raining. And thundering a little.

This actually pleases me a lot - I don't know, rain makes me happy. I was the sick and twisted kid who always hoped it would rain at school when the weather was looking bad so we would get to have lunch in the classroom and I could read without anyone bothering me. Plus, no PE. Rainy days were the best days ever.

Meanwhile, it's the weekend. Theoretically. I don't know, I've had the whole week off, thanks to extreme incompetence on the part of my store manager, so it doesn't mean a whole lot to me, but Evie has today off, so. There needs to be more mainlining of Supernatural, I think (damn you, Esther). Although something about the rain makes me want to curl up with hot chocolate and watch Studio 60. Maybe some combination of both.

I do need to do worldbuildy things with On a Saturday, though. And plotty things. Something in my brain still wants angels and demons. I am firmly telling it no, not that that seems to be working. The biggest problems I'm having is with the powers that be. Namely, whether there are any, and if there are, WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY? *Grumbles*

My universe hates me and so wants to be difficult. *Growr*

The post that follows is long, rambly, and bounces from one subject to another kind of randomly. You have been warned.

I spent a while posting some old (meaning from October) Academyverse and City Magic stuff up on followedmystar, so... those of you who have it friended? Sorry if I spammed you. There are some drabbles from writing_game I'm thinking about posting too - from City Magic, Academyverse, and some verses I never developed - whenever I can decide whether or not I want to post them all in big chunks, divided up by verse, or post them separately, so I can link them more easily on my story catalog.

Speaking of which! Yes! I have a story catalog for followedmystar! Mostly because... I'm neurotic... and I'd lose my mind if things weren't in chronological order somewhere... Um. Anyway.

I need to scribble up some quick profiles for characters from On a Saturday. I've got all the constants, but only one DMA agent, which is a problem, considering the DMA wants to be the focus of the novel. So. I should do that.

My other verses need cast lists, too, but I'll get around to that later.

Before I do any of the above, I need to take some aspirin in hopes that the headache of doom leaves me alone. It's one of the ones I wake up with, which are always the most persistent and annoying. *Grumblegrowl* So yes. Aspirin (well, ibuprofen - we don't have aspirin anymore because we don't like hospital visits for Evie), and then watching S2 Buffy(because I'm finally getting around to pulling Buffy through canon in the Inn again).

I'd watch some more of The Dean Winchester Show Supernatural, except that Evie has forbidden me to do so without her. Esther, this is all your fault.

Totally unrelated to any of the above? THIS SONG. I adore this song. Right about now, this song is the sole reason I need to finish the fic in which I break Martha to bits, just so that I can write the story that comes after that fic, which was completely inspired by this song. It is just so PRETTY and really painful when you connect it to the story but OH. YES.