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rivendellroseHad lunch with Dad today, which was nice, and got my credit card bill because the company is stupid and can't seem to figure out that I want my billing address changed even though I've filled out their nice little form for address changes three fucking times. Because of the delay involved there, I wanted to post the check today and, after running all over the HUB trying to find the damned stamp thing that they keep moving, ended up having to go all the way up to the post office. On the plus side, I got two of the shiny Sacajawea dollar coins out of the postage vending machine, and those make me happy.
I have sooooo much stuff I need to be doing this weekend, so I doubt very much will be happening other than work. Toby and I talked about going for dinner on Friday, but I just feel way to smashed with all the work that needs to get done. How did it get to be the fourth week of the quarter already?!
And, of course, I really really really want to finish the fic I've been writing... preferably before my muse wanders off and decides that there are more interesting ideas to fuss and mouth over. I will resist! I will finish this damned thing! ...Or at least as much of it as currently exists in my brain, anyway. There's no real 'end' to this fic, and finding an ending spot for this chapter has really been what's bothering me. That and figuring out where the hell I'm going, but... it's not that unusual for me to not know where I'm going. Hell, that's my normal state of existence in real life, too, so why not also in my writing life?
And damn me for having the sort of brain that sees analysis and interpretation of something (anything! in any way!) and starts going "hey, that's not bad! We could work with that!" I so do not need to be thinking about the possible variations on the Duncan/Methos relationship right now, thankyouverymuch. *Hides from plot(less)bunnies* Watchers! Watchers, I tell you! AMY! *Glues self to current fic and covers eyes and ears to keep other ideas out*
...Right. Now that I've made no sense whatsoever to all but three of you... Going to close rooms, now. And then, research on the Vikings. Because I deserve to do some of my fun work tonight. *g*
I have sooooo much stuff I need to be doing this weekend, so I doubt very much will be happening other than work. Toby and I talked about going for dinner on Friday, but I just feel way to smashed with all the work that needs to get done. How did it get to be the fourth week of the quarter already?!
And, of course, I really really really want to finish the fic I've been writing... preferably before my muse wanders off and decides that there are more interesting ideas to fuss and mouth over. I will resist! I will finish this damned thing! ...Or at least as much of it as currently exists in my brain, anyway. There's no real 'end' to this fic, and finding an ending spot for this chapter has really been what's bothering me. That and figuring out where the hell I'm going, but... it's not that unusual for me to not know where I'm going. Hell, that's my normal state of existence in real life, too, so why not also in my writing life?
And damn me for having the sort of brain that sees analysis and interpretation of something (anything! in any way!) and starts going "hey, that's not bad! We could work with that!" I so do not need to be thinking about the possible variations on the Duncan/Methos relationship right now, thankyouverymuch. *Hides from plot(less)bunnies* Watchers! Watchers, I tell you! AMY! *Glues self to current fic and covers eyes and ears to keep other ideas out*
...Right. Now that I've made no sense whatsoever to all but three of you... Going to close rooms, now. And then, research on the Vikings. Because I deserve to do some of my fun work tonight. *g*
