Write It Down

Work on unfinished DiNozzo/McGee fic from June or more recent unfinished Dean/Castiel fic?

olivelavonne says I have the best problems. Hee. And to go with SPN. Which I'm doing, as that's kind of the one that was jumping up and down yelling, "Pick me! Pick me!" Plus, I just finished NCIS fic. It's currently in the inbox of my go-to highlighter/red pen girl.

The SPN fic is actually coming along a lot easier than I thought it would, now that I've sat back down after leaving it for about a month. Writing's a funny thing.

I wonder what the types of characters I find it easier to write in fic say about me? Not that I think I have a particular type anyway. I don't think...

It's also funny the things that make me facepalm and go, "omg I can't believe I'm writing this." Not in a bad way, just in a..."No seriously, I can't believe I put that in print" kind of way.

Which I think is why the NCIS fic waiting for editing kept stalling on me. I want it to be good (when do I not want things to be good?) and in character (ditto), but was trying something ever so slightly different and kept having to pause and cross my fingers, hoping it was working.

Don't know if it worked or not. And I won't let myself look at it again until I hear back from ginnith because otherwise I'll start obsessing. (More than I already am.) So I'll just go back to Dean and Castiel.

And wonder how scandalized people I know in RL would be if they knew I was writing human-on-angel porn. ;) When I was still going to church regularly, I used to fantasize afterward what would happen if I told the people who asked me about writing what I was really working on creatively. Which is horrible, because they're all really nice people. It's like my weird urge to throw things at people in the theater as soon as I sit down. Hell, I want to throw things even if we're the only ones there. See how far I can make my jelly beans go from the back row.

Speaking of jelly beans, I am undecided on the Cold Stone Creamery Jelly Bellies. They're...okay, but mostly like the jelly beans I leave uneaten in the regular package. The way to my heart, man, jelly beans and Sour Patch Kids.

Geez, this post turned random.

City Council Brings the Lulz

MAYOR: I do not want their pump back down my hole.

It took a lot of effort not to even crack a smile at that one.

And it didn't end in the predicted tears! Or stress! They didn't even mention the sign or incident or council members being negatively in the spotlight. Phew.

They did talk about parking and the lack thereof for forever, though. Sometimes meetings are interesting and sometimes it's 10 minutes talking about how many more feet the right-of-way needs to be and whether or not it's illegal to park on the sidewalk in the state of Washington. It is, by the way. If you're in Washington and think that might be a good idea.

Also, how does the Driver's Ed instructor not know cul-de-sac?


Missed NCIS. Sad panda am I. :(