My, my! At Waterloo Napoleon did surrender*

[seren_ccd]

*Because everyone should have this song stuck in their head. You're welcome. :D

Things on a Sunday!

1. So, um, as of yesterday, I've written 9,230 words of my het_bigbang. *facepalm* I can't HELP it. It's just there and the words are just coming out. I started to feel really grumpy that this many words of fanfic were just pouring out of me compared to my original stuff. Then I realised that I've actually written quite a bit of my original stuff, I just ended up throwing half of it away.

2. It's really raining outside. I don't mind it. I prefer actual rain to the whole misty, drizzle thing. Whenever it does the misty thing, I always feel like shouting at the clouds: Look, just rain! Commit already!

3. I totes have grits on the boil. Oh yeah. Thank you, Mom!

4. It's laundry day and so I loaded up some towels and our duvet cover. I meant to pick mixed wash, but somehow picked the 90 degree setting. *eyes washing machine* I think it's okay. *edges away*

5. BY THE WAY! Don't forget to sign up for het_bigbang if you feel like it! They want writers, artists, betas and cheerleaders. It's seriously one of my favorite comms out there and is always just plain fun. Don't forget! Original fic is welcome this year, too!

Here is a collage of these two morons and a tiny, wee snippet.

“I’m going to have to go back to headquarters and tell them something,” he was saying, his attention back on the lavender. “I don’t dare tell them the truth. They were reluctant to let me out on my own as it was.”

Flashes of his emotions prickled at Emma and she felt compelled to say, “I don’t pry.”

“What?” he asked turning, his eyes wide behind his glasses.

“I don’t pry,” she repeated. “You see, some people have these little walls around some of their emotions. Usually emotions they don’t want anyone to know about. Ones they’ve kept in check for quite some time. They’re quite obvious.” She ducked her head. “Well, they’re obvious once you know what they are. Anyway, yours are flashing like a big red light and I just wanted to say that I don’t pry. I wouldn’t. I promise.”

He stared at her for so long with a blank expression that she started to fidget under his gaze. Then he said, “I don’t suppose you know shorthand?”

Happy Sunday! ♥

Comments

[helsinkibaby.livejournal.com]

Congratulations on the word count! *waves Pom poms!) Mine is also going quite nicely at the moment, I'm almost nervous that it's going too well and I'll stall out on it!

Love the snippet too!

[seren-ccd.livejournal.com]

I know the feeling! Just keep at it! Head down, fingers to the keyboard. :D Woooo!

[anr]

*waves pompoms*

[seren-ccd.livejournal.com]

*waves them back at you*

[hiddencait.livejournal.com]

Whoo hooooooooo! Totally jealous of that word count. I have been in sinus infection hell and haven't been able to think straight...

[seren-ccd.livejournal.com]

Oh, sweetie! Chicken noodle soup! Lots of it with tons of garlic and ginger. That's the best defense. *nods* I hope you feel better! ♥

[hiddencait.livejournal.com]

I'm trying for sure! It already resisted 1 type of antibiotic, so I started another today. So not fun lol

[lullabymoon]

Woo! Congrats on the word count!! That's awesome. I love the snippet, I so can't wait to read the whole thing.

And I hope the washing wasn't too affected :D

[seren-ccd.livejournal.com]

Eeee!

And the washing turned out okay. I was a bit worried about the duvet cover, but it's fine. Hee!