Go Away! (sore throat!)

I am not amused.  My throat hurts and I am super tired.  I do not have time to get sick!  I must finish my lgbtfest  fic by tomorrow night so I have time to go over it Sunday. And, maybe, at the very least let(!?) smirnoffmule  Brit-pick it for me.  Let! (more like me beg her to lol).  It is due by Midnight Monday!!!!   I don't intend to take advantage of the amnesty day, but if it isn't polished up to my satisfaction by then, so be it.  I can do it though, I imagine.  Unless I get sick.  I plan to sleep late--say, 7 a.m. even!--do the shower thing, grab my bag of frozen strawberries and computer and head for Barnes and Noble.  The puppies distract me too much here. Or rather Maddox does. Shelby is good company.  In any case, I am sure hoping I feel better in the morning.  I have been having a little trouble sleeping the last few nights again so will either hit the valerian or the Sleepytime tea. Chamomile sure is powerful!  

Writing George has come pretty easily.  I am relaxed with him, none of the angsty eek that comes from writing something from a fandom I adore and that makes me nervous I'll mess up with, being my canon-wary self.  LOL.  Being Human canon is simple (watching the whole shebang oh 8 times probably helps) but I feel nicely in control. I am alot like George, I think!   I plan to do more with him (and Andy?), inbetween ballet boy story.  Maybe find a prompt table.  Any suggestions for finding good ones?  :)  Of course, my history with prompt tables is not so hot, but hey, you never know.  

I am about 5008 words into my festfic as of last night.  (Not a short-fic writer by any stretch of the imagination).  Got my two guys together at last, but I'm having an unexpected problem.  With Andy.  He is not cooperating. Not writing in his POV (and I've only ever written him (in Seaside rpg on IJ) in his POV)  I am floundering!  He is unimaginative!  He is...boring. 

Am going to reread what I wrote last night, try to glare at the Andy dialogue and Andy-fy it.  I'm going to watch Adrift, maybe that will jar me to my senses and I can write him more easily. I hope! :)

Watching Star Trek right now--Next Generation.  Getting in the mood for tomorrow night!  I cannot WAIT to see the new Star Trek movie.  I wish I could see it with my sister, sigh.  Would be so much fun!   The particular episode I am watching is the one in which Lt. Tasha Yar is killed by the black oil slick.  It absolutely TERRIFIED my daughter when she was little (six, seven or so)--she had nightmares for years after she first saw it (the one and only time).  I just told her what I was watching that episode and she screeched. I HATE THAT THING!!!! DON'T WATCH IT NOW I WILL HAVE NIGHTMARES!  LOL.

 

FIFTY-SIX DAYS UNTIL I SEE NICK AGAIN!!!!!!!

You know something, I really adore my flist. Y'all have made me feel warm and fuzzy alot lately, and I so appreciate that, very very much.  Thank you flist! 

And now it is time for tea.