The Minutiae of Life as a Militant Squirrel

Actually, I spent Snowzilla 2010 curled up on the couch with my shiny new baby laptop, writing fic, as one does.

I have this J2 story that's been languishing since April 16, 2008.

Finally finished a whole mess of connecting stuff and wrote what I happen to think is a pretty hot sex scene.

Of course, the boys aren't done struggling through their crisis yet, so their "morning-after" argument could be best summed up like this:

JENSEN: YOU SAID THAT YOU WERE MINE, THAT YOU’D ALWAYS BEEN MINE.

JARED: I WAS CAUGHT UP IN THE MOMENT. ALSO, HELLO, ABOUT TO GET LAID, NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANYTHING I SAID.

JENSEN: FUCKER.

*snerk*

Anyway, it is now, basically, about two scenes from FINALLY FUCKING FINISHED, at which point I will give myself permission to start the SPN / Leverage crossover AU that's been tickling my fancy.

And the SGA Eighties high school McShep is now, also, only about one, possibly two, chapters away from an ending, yay! And then I can start the White Collar apocalyptic futurefic that I dreamed up the other night while under the influence of far too much Bailey's Irish Cream.

What can I say. Whiskey, apparently, not only makes me angry . . . it makes me write apocafic.

Go figure.

As long as I'm writing, I don't fucking care.

I'm so embarrassed that it takes me so long to finish anything. I'm way too easily distracted by shiny new ideas, and unfortunately for me, the way I write has always been dependent upon inspiration rather than perspiration, so if the muses fuck off for vacation in Tahiti, I'm fucked, too.

Let's hope this little spate of productivity continues for a bit, shall we?

I'm still taking suggestions for titles . . . by which I mean, actually, looking for titles, dammit.

Anybody still reading this? I'm just delighted that I managed to cobble together this section. Strangely, it came together pretty easily once I let Rodney do what he wanted, which was come out to John, even though it was four chapters earlier than planned. Oh, well. The characters *will* have it their way, not mine.

Oh, most beloved and patient of flists, how I do love you all.

Okay, flattery over, on to the fic!

( McShep Eighties AU, 9 / ? )

Jesus God, I don't know where all this is coming from, but I hope it keeps up!

What do you all think? Does it follow well?

( McShep Eighties AU, HOLY CRACKFIC PART 7 / ? )

So, I'm in a bit of a bind.

I can't decide whether to have my McShep Eighties AU end with the end of the summer, or continue it through part or all of senior year of high school. And I can't continue writing until I decide, because I have to start setting up certain things now, if I plan to extend the story.

What do you all think?

Suggestions and other input are very welcome, either here in the comments, or catch me on Yahoo Messenger at redheaded underscore firecracker zed one.

ETA: So, it has been pointed out to me that "zed" means "zee", not "zero". Sorry, guys. Monday-morning-lack-of-brain. The correct handle would be redheaded underscore firecracker zero one, and feel free to tell me I'm a jackass. Most people do.

Dear. God. In. Heaven!!!!!!

Yep, up 'til 4am. Doing what, you might ask?

Why . . . this.


( McShep AU, 4 / ?, aka OMGWTF-I-CAN'T-BELIEVE-I'M-STILL-WRITING-THIS! )

So? Whatcha thinking? Suggestions, corrections, and drastic violations of canon are all welcome.

Dear God, just what have I gotten myself into?

Kill me . . . kill me now.

Oh . . . this part is officially dedicated to emrinalexander, for services rendered. ;)

( McShep Eighties AU, 2 / ? )