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

This post is just going to be a succession of unconnected... things, because I cannot be bothered to make it coherent. Deal with it. :|

1) I had to default on Yuletide. This annoys me, but I had nothing written and no ideas, and even if I had somehow managed to whip out something before the deadline, it would likely only be disappointing to the recipient, which I did not want. I'm hoping I'll be able to write some treats for people or something to make myself feel better. There are some fandoms I am dying to write in, so hopefully something will click.

2) I've been canon reviewing for w_for_wizard for months now. Because I'm dumb and keep picking up book characters (...okay, two). And because I keep trying to read, like, four books at once, this canon review is moving along more slowly than some glaciers. But I finished reading Fool Moon yesterday. And typed up my notes... which turned out to be three times longer than my notes for SF. The rest of this canon review is going to be fun. (The idea is that if I take enough notes, when I'm done I will only have to drag out the books when I need to remember a specific line or description or something. Chances this theory is true: slim to none.)

( More TDF rambling under the cut - mention of That Spoiler for Changes )

Anyway. I really need to speed up my canon review if I want to be done by the time Ghost Story is out. Which... would be really, really nice, but doesn't seem too likely at this point.

3) SO I AM HAVING THIS PROBLEM WITH RP. ...before anyone freaks out, it isn't with a specific game or person. It's more a general sort of thing that is bothering me, possibly because I am just neurotic and worry about these things way more than I really should.

( ANOTHER CUT. This one just in case you don't care about my RP flailing. )

4) Possible Christmas party with Beka tomorrow. (Uh. Later today, actually, at this point.) I might have to be sociable. With people. Out in the world. Oh god I might die.

...I mean. Getting out of the house is awesome and all, but OH GOD PEOPLE. STRANGERS, EVEN. I AM NEVER GOOD AT THAT SORT OF THING. *Hides forever* ...and I should probably go to bed right fucking now if I want to get anything done before I have to go out in the world. Crap.

Okay, happy things today, damn it.

1) There are yellow flowers in my bedroom in a wine bottle. It just makes me smile.

2)
AWESOME LADIES FICATHON! Because it's more productive than hunting down CBS network execs and setting them on fire. There is also a Dreamwidth version, which is where I'm posting all my prompts, because it is much smaller and needs some love. Go post prompts or pick a prompt to write for, on LJ or DW! (And if you write a fic, link me when you're done?) Because there can never be too much fic about awesome girls.

3) dlfkjdlfdjk DOCTOR WHO TOMORROW. Or, rather, later today. Don't fuck this up, Moffat. I don't thiiink he will, but there's at least one way I can think of that the whole thing can go horribly wrong, and then I'll have to kill things or burn down Vancouver Cardiff or something. Despite that small bit of nervousness, though, I'm mostly excited and fidgety and cannot wait.

4) I have been nesting in my childhood for the past week or so. By which I mean... my dad sent me a box of books? And that box contained some of my Valdemar books - not all of them, but my favorites, and OMG SPARKLY PONIES.

Although now I am terribly tempted to write ill-advised crossovers. Incredibly ill-advised crossovers. Realizing what a bad idea it is doesn't make me want to do it any less.

Guess what, internet? I wrote a fic this week! And it was not for writerinadrawer!

...I wrote a fic for WIAD too, last minute as usual, and fully expect to get drawered for it because wow, I really feel like I halfassed it this time, but... we'll see.

I also copied my fic journal over to Dreamwidth, so you can now find my fic at find_rightbrain or (shockingly) find_rightbrain! I still need to poke at some of the CSS on my DW layout, because parts of it are driving me crazy, but I don't have the energy for that now. It's readable and nice and monochrome, and that's all I care about at the moment.

Things to do tonight:
- Actually do modstuff for the Rift. I have failed so hard at it lately, and I am very, very sorry, players. (And other mods.) I still love you!
- Poke at at least one of the fics sitting unfinished in my GoogleDocs. Try to work up some writing momentum here.
- Clear those LAST FEW TAGS out of my inbox. I am ALMOST DONE.
- ...I'm probably forgetting something, but I'll focus on those things for now. Being productive is nice.

Things I need to not do tonight:
- Get distracted by Animorphs again. ...I found some ebooks on the internet. IT IS A PROBLEM.

Evie just accidentally sprayed red juice at me. Just a little, but it hit my hand and I had a weird and disturbing thought process along the lines of "The ceiling's dripping. Is there a hole in the ceiling? Is that BLOOD?" ...and then my brain went to predictable places from there. Or at least predictable if you know that I've been reading Supernatural fic that I saved on my laptop earlier this morning.

Speaking of Supernatural, we decided it must take the boys fucking long to get absolutely anywhere. Because it looks like they're driving on state roads ALL THE FUCKING TIME. Boys! How do you get anything done, ever? ...that's all.

I finished that fic, by the way! I'll need to rewatch Aliens of London/World War III and Army of Ghosts/Doomsday before posting it, but I finished it. Now I can actually... do other things.

In other news, we're leeching internet from a Holiday Inn, and GoogleMaps estimates we have about six hours to go. No snow so far, but... um... not holding out much hope for that continuing. Wish us luck!

...I also still need a new coat, but Evie's letting me use her trenchcoat until we get to Iowa City and I can get something there. It is a nice trenchcoat. It makes me feel like Harry Dresden.

Evie and I meant to go to bed. Instead, we ended up having a twenty minute conversation about the logistics of Discworld werewolf pregnancies.

Well, it started out as that. It later moved on to more bizarre topics.

Wait, no, let me clarify. It started because our puppy often makes noises that sound like a very small wolverine. Random, rabid wolverine yowls out of absolutely nowhere.

I'm sure those of you who follow outsideinn can see where this is going.

Yes. There was conversation about werewolf pregnancies. And baby shifting. And... puppies. Lots of puppies. And a very, very confused Logan.

I fear us.