Teliko

This is quickly becoming routine. "Hmm, half two in the morning. Must write drabbles."

On an unrelated topic... curse connorbeast for getting me thinking about Kennedy. I've got four pages of notes. I know this girl; how she lost her virginity, what CD is in her stereo, how she relates to her father and half-sister...

I will not write a Kennedy's-origin-novella. I won't.

Anyway. Drabbles.

( Teliko )

I'm back in the game, baby

Someone dropped up of the Slashficthon, so I'm in!

:looks at assignment:

:giggles:

:digs out appropriate DVDs:

My characters are revolting

So I get my slashficathon pairing. I start working out an opening for the fic. And immediately the two guys start snarking at each other in my head. Snark, snark, snark. About one another's clothes/hair. About who would make the first move, because each of them claimed the other "so clearly wants me". About who comes across as the most gay. Entertaining, but no way am I getting to the fun stuff in 1000 words if they don't shut up.

About 5am I finally dropped off to sleep, only to be woken four hours later when I dreamed about our street falling into a big hole in the ground a la Chosen.

In which I write about my day

Today I did something thoroughly unusual. I abandoned my computer and DVDs and went for a walk. Now, marymac will back me up on this being not my natural state of affairs (and then I'll slap her for being a cheeky wench).

Since I was listening to a funky mix CD I walked further than I normally would. And after a while, I started to take in my surroundings and made an uneasy observation: somewhere along the line, while distracted by the peppy tunes of They Might Be Giants, I had run out of houses.

Removing the earphones confirmed my suspicions. The comforting roar of traffic had gone, apart from a solitary tractor puttering sadly along the road at half a mile an hour. It was quiet.

Too quiet.

With a mounting horror I realised I was in the countryside.

Some might say that having grown up in a village with population 3000, 4 miles from the nearest town, I should be pretty countrified. (By the way, I use words like 'town' and 'city' in the broadest possible sense. My whole country has less inhabitants than San Diego). I hate the countryside. Folksongs be damned, the forty bloody shades of green may be pretty, but let's weigh this up. Cities have:

- bookshops
- HMV
- places where I can buy pizza and doughnuts

The country has:

- grass
- some trees
- cows
- some more grass
- cows on the other side of the road which are brown and white instead of black and white and have a look in their eyes that says "come here, little girl, so we can give you Mad Cow Disease"
- the tractor

...and that's really it. The fact that I've lived in the same house for all of my nearly twenty-one years and barely ventured a mile on foot away from it just goes to show that I was probably created by some monks at age 15 and given loads of false memories. It would explain why my pre-teen years are so fuzzy.

Needless to say, I got back to the village sharpish, which meant taking a shortcut past one of the graveyards. That's one, as in one-quarter of the number of graveyards in (as I've previously mentioned) a teeny village. My Hellmouth kicks Sunnydale's *ass*. One of the gravestones had a cheery poem on it I can't remember, but the upshot of which was "I used to be alive. And now I'm dead. And someday, you'll be dead too." That's my happy thought for the day.

I came back to the house, slammed the door behind me and fairly threw myself on the PC, lips quivering as I promised I would never, ever leave it for so long again.

And that's what I've done with my day.

Snerk

Gakked from the marysues group.

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A glance over my friends page shows me I'm mentioned in 3 of the 20 most recent entries. Which is fine and just and as it should be. (I tried convincing Hazel once that the universe really does revolve around me, because it says so in my Astronomy textbook - a tiny lie in that statement. She pointed out that if that were true, the universe would be fabulous, sparkly and filled with boys kissing other boys.)

Off to write drabbles. I feel a Herrenvolk coming on.

Herrenvolk

( Herrenvolk )