blargh

I had a whole fuckload of nightmares last night that if I were a certain type of writer who took her ideas from dreams as opposed to the crap that whispers at me when I'm awake would probably make for several useful stories. Instead it was just a crappy night's sleep filled with witches, alien toys, malfunctioning spacecraft, a ruined manshion with a library filled with books from the 50s, Versaille filled with fetid swimming pools, one of my childhood best friends and a tree that grew both apples and raspberries that I was very careful not to eat from lest I be stuck there.

Ugh.

aaaah

There is nothing like writing five paragraphs and knowing they are a fucking masterpiece. That is a good feeling.

Right now we are working on three parts of I Had No Idea I Had Been Traveling concurrently -- the Jack/Rose/Nine, the Jack/Ianto post-CERN thing and the Ianto childhood piece. You are are going to fall in love with Ianto JOnes, age 12. That's all I'm saying.

Gah.

But now, Patty and I are going to have a day.

later.

whew

First set of errands done (about to go do more).

Fabulous winter coat acquired. It's not _the_ coat of course. But it's grey wool and military-ish (and you will be so proud of me for all the things I didn't buy in the Army Navy store, yes) and not girly and most importantly fits like a dream across my back and shoulders (something I'm not sure if any coat I have ever owned does because that just either a) never works out or b) my mom buys coats 4 sizes too big for me under the delusion I will wear layers and lawyers of sweaters under them like I am still some 1980s-esque fashion urchin.

Right.
So more errands.
Dry-cleaners.
Laundry.
Then some fic work.
Enail?
And then some domestic life no doubt.

grr bad!fic

Dear all porntastic fanfic writers in every fandom ever:

Can we never, ever refer to ejaculate as "essence" again?

Please?

Thanks!