Me-stuff

Okay, firstly? The world (or at least college) hates me. I am ... curled in a ball, right now, which I shouldn't be, because I have another assignment due tomorrow, but the past couple of weeks, for whatever reason, have been exhausting. I'm getting all muddled again, which ... is never, never good. And one of these days, I'm going to stop being afraid of ... of that, of what it might lead to, of the muddle that is my head. One of these days ...

Also, the cough has definitely settled in my chest again. I hate that. I hate any sort of cold or illness, because while my body burns most of it off within 24 hours of fever (unless it's serious), I'm usually paying for it for another month or so in coughing. Damn stupid chest. *growls*

So. So. Where was I? Aside from in a ball, trying to bully another 500 words out of myself. Um. Yeah. Just ... I've been spotty lately (mind you, so has LJ). Sorry about that. Unfortunately ... looks to be a continuing trend -_-;

In short, the world hates me. At present, the feeling is entirely mutual.

ETA: I now have 1600 words for a 1500-2000 word fic, which is over the lower word limit, and even if it's the biggest pile of shite I've ever written, I officially no longer care. I am DONE. *throws down ... well, throws down self*

Random

( Have some random musings on historical fic in various fandoms, while I go yell at an essay ... )

Meme sheep

Following the flist:

Ask me a question about one of my stories or my approach to writing in general. It can be absolutely anything in any fic and I will tell you the honest-to-god answer. Don’t hold back. Anything. Whatever you ask, I will try my best to answer.

Nigel/James piece

Not Nikola, shockingly. Heh. *grins sheepishly* I've no idea where this one comes from. Just ... something fairly screwy that floated up:

Title: Painting Shadows
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Sanctuary
Characters/Pairings: Nigel/James, past James/Other (it'll be obvious who)
Summary: Set sometime in the 1890s, I think. Nigel gives James something no-one else can
Wordcount: 911
Notes/Warnings: Screwy. Also, complicated, in that way the Five always are -_-;
Disclaimer: Not mine

( Painting Shadows )