So I finally had to take a break this afternoon, because after working for five hours on a design project I had HAD IT UP TO HERE, so to speak. Did manage to keep my lunch down, though - so hoorah for that small victory. ^^ Went in for the teacher's meeting, made some copies, and then came home to work on this project that has to be done by the time I leave for vacation on Monday next. Photo shoot most of the afternoon on Saturday, and church on Sunday - so really I have to get it done by Friday. So glad this weekend finally got over, and only one more week to go.
However, stress headaches and flu bugs or whatever-that-was aside, the fact is that freelancing at the moment pays better than my school paycheck, and I have to save money. (more on my car problems later if I get bored again)
So...back to break. I think I've finally managed to stop writing JLU fic that sounds like Victorian English, lol, and am rewriting that horrible oneshot of a few days back. Have another interesting JLU/Batman Beyond crossover idea that may or may not see paper if the muse continues to be cooperative.
Still am working on drabble meme answers for montytwain
, though really I covered MT's request in my Memory
arc, just not in the format (or length, lol) he asked for. The Written Front
is still sluggish, but I have a whole folder of ideas from reading some books on my Kindle about ambulance drivers on the Western Front in early WWI. That's the most amazing thing about the Kindle, I think, because books that are long out of print and would cost (this one I have) $85.00 on Amazon, I can get for less than $10 on my Kindle. Pretty cool. Oh, and Silent Night by Stanley Weintraub! *loves this book* I will so have fun with that when Christmas 1914 comes around.
I fully intend to get with PGF over my vacation and do some serious headway on A Connection to Life
. We plotted out quite a bit the other night, but haven't had time to more than rough-sketch a couple of chapters. And we're not going to post until we know we'll have time and incentive to finish it. But we will finish it. *bounce* *is excited*
I've had a rough draft of a chapter for Agreement and Disputation
sitting open on my laptop for over a week now, and just haven't dragged myself in to edit it. *sigh* No time, really, to do much other than drabbles lately - seems like my muse has ADD at the moment and can't concentrate for much longer than that.
On that note, three sentences (Holmes fandom, Table Gamma, 20/50 now):
#36 – Laugh
Unaccustomed to hearing aught but three-year-old ghosts each night, when she this time was woken – not by phantom violins or half-remembered voices, but by a crash and not-entirely-sober laughter – she remembered the unbelievable events of the spring evening, and returned to sleep smiling.
#41 – Wait
Though his younger brother’s help with the Room 40 project was certainly one of England’s greatest War resources, during lengthy department meetings Mycroft could only moan inwardly and hope that the powers-that-be would not notice Sherlock’s attention drifting from state documents to a war-office-censored letter stealthily pulled from his inside jacket pocket.
#22 – Journey
He traveled far in three years, but no location produced the same combination of horror and homesickness as did standing on the desert plains of Afghanistan – imagining a ten-year-old battle, and just as quickly trying to forget what his memory could all too easily recreate based upon snatches of half-heard nightmares long ago.