Jaqui and Beka left for Texas last night. Beka will be back in a few days, and I'm packing up the house as much as I can before she gets back. "As much as I can" means, you know, I get through about a half hour of shoving notebooks into a box or random stuff into a trashbag before I'm in too much pain to keep up. And then I have to be still for about an hour. It is not the most efficient means of packing, but it's all I've got.

I'm stalling on packing up the books, because I'm still trying to decide which ones I want out to read in the car, and trying to find a bag to shove those in, before I put the rest in boxes. ...I need a new bag. A messenger bag. With more pockets than the one I have. ...Anyway. This is all much more complicated than you might think.

And in the meantime, I'm watching through Studio 60. The whole thing. The last half of it kind of makes me want to cry, but that's... not really stopping me. Though I'm almost done now, and then I'll have to find something new to put on TV and make me cry. :D (Although holy crap, Sorkin, did you seriously shove one night into the last FIVE EPISODES? Seriously? Did you just run out of story arcs that wouldn't need a second season or something?)

I swear I'll feel much better once the car's all packed up and we're on the road. It's just right now I'm having to resist the urge to throw things at the walls. Not that I think that would make me feel better, but I'm sure it would be momentarily satisfying.

Someone tell me something happy. Anything at all. I'm going to go try to write something. And then probably get annoyed at myself and go back to packing until I injure myself. Fun!

Oh God. Evie and I need to never watch Supernatural at night. Except that we, you know, always do.

And then I end up not able to go into the bathroom or bedroom until Evie makes sure that there are no monsters in there. ...And we may have salted the windowsill and doorway before going to bed. Just a bit. It's the creepy kids that get me. Every time.

And now I'm going to try to write something for writerinadrawer before actually sleeping (or before Evie drags me to bed - I'm told I have 45 minutes). Which I'm sucking at a bit. *Flails* This is, among other things, is why I want a big red countdown clock. Someone get me a big red countdown clock for my birthday. Which is not until October, granted. I'm just saying.

EDIT: Okay, I had to share this conversation, for it is awesome.

( Cut for... a lot of Supernatural geekery. And naked lesbians. )

EDIT II: Okay... well... I just wrote something that doesn't fit the prompt at all? How's that?

...No good? Yeah, I thought so. *Stares mournfully at it* And now there are two places I could go with this story and I want to do both at once and DAMN IT. *Facepalms* I didn't my brain to run off and write things totally unrelated to the prompt. Really. What the hell?

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.

To avoid spamming you with puppy!cute... I've been taking notes through the day.

2:09: The puppy made attempts to get into my lap, so I lifted her up. About a minute later, she burrowed into my jacket. And then squirmed around until she had situated herself behind me, between my back and the jacket and back of the chair. She could not be any cuter.

3:46: She was asleep under the chair, so I got up to put some stuff away in the kitchen. She woke up and followed me to the kitchen, only to realize OH GOD IT'S COVERED IN LINOLEUM. Which freaks her out. So she sat down and stared at me and cried. Poor neglected thing.

4:05: I walk three or four feet away. Ace whimpers and chases after me so fast she runs into my legs. She is now happily at my feet, showing her rope toy who's boss. And her own foot as well. It was getting uppity, apparently.

Also, note to self? Close the door after you take the puppy out. Otherwise you're going to freak yourself the fuck out and stay freaked out for the next half hour when you realize the door is open and OMG WHEN DID THE DOOR OPEN?

Anyway, right now I'm in a writing... chat... thing. In an attempt to be productive today. Newcomers are welcome, by the way - you can invite yourself to "writingchatthingy" (see, you thought I was just being vague with that description, but no), or prod me for an invite.

EDIT: I'll be posting these on the appropriate story journals at some point, but for now... have some writing chat ficlets in comment form.

Write about a stranger: Original - On a Saturday
Find your way in a city: Studio 60 - Matt/Harriet (Not at all inspired by Evie and I earlier today. Nope. Not even a little bit. Thankfully without the last bit.)
Someone brings you flowers: Doctor Who/Torchwood - The Doctor and Maggie (Yes, Maggie is the girl from "A Day in the Death". Yes, she's in my head. Shut up. I had no control over this. And yes, consequently, spoilers for that episode.)

'Cause I... really can't help myself. I'm only gonna offer up the characters that are likely to be talkative now, so it's definitely missing a few of my headvoices, but...

Gather all your RP journals, list the characters and any AU versions you RP. Open the post to the public so even lurkers can ask the muses questions. Respond with that RP account.

( The list! )