laligin

Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Word Count: 580
Summary: The trick to dealing with booby-traps is to stay very, very calm...

A/N: Betaed by shadowbyrd, come to that. Thanke.

Prompt: Jantolution Challenge #16, Stress (and Relaxation)

( Waiting for the Cavalry )

Do you remember Harkness, PI?

Thanks to ficfinishing, I have one scene left to write. The big, smushy, final declaration waltz off into the sunset scene.

So I went to the library to do some research and get it right.

By the way, Mills and Boon, a little variation in the titles would be very pleasing. The Greek-Italian Millionaire Tycoon's Secret Mistress's Wedding Baby Proposal of Revenge is all very well, but when every single book on the shelf is called that it's kind of difficult to differentiate.

Still, I did manage to find all four of the Secret Agent/Serial Killer/Supernatural options.

*headdesk*

Does Liverpool library just not stock the Nocturne set? (Oops, showing too much knowledge here... Gonna shut up and try finish this fic now...)

So, America has had a new President for two days. And already he's keeping his promises...

He's closing Guantanamo Bay, for starters...

( For some reason I find the second of these two paragraphs delightful. )



Am I naive to be happy about this?

The next few years are going to be interesting...

Whaaat?!

Okay, okay. So there was a poetry contest at uni, for students and former students only. In memory of Edmund, who pretty much pioneered the creative writing course and took both summer schools I attended, and single-handedly convinced me to come to this university.

Since it was for him, I entered.

And I just got an email telling me I'm one of the three runners up. Which I really did not expect.

Unless there were only four entries.

Um.

Whoot?

(Ohnoes, I hope this doesn't mean I have to go somewhere and read it out...)

^_^

Weird. Maybe 2009 really is going to be a better year. Or maybe it's just today - I also went to meet potential new flatmatey people and they were quite happy for me to move in. Forensics and criminology people. Very cool. Plus, the third year criminologist's music preferences run to classical, and his older sister is doing a creative writing MA, so he knows a fair bit about that kind of thing. (: Potential is a wonderful thing.


(Also, another Flavour posted. Weekly reality/fic update still holding. I am impressed with myself!

Okay, make that two Flavours posted...

Aaand make that three Flavours posted... And I sorted at last. And I emailed my tutor like I was meant to... I feel so productive!)

I posted fic - oh yes I did. It's in this journal, it's date-stamped today (well, yesterday now, since LJ ate my original post from 11.30pm) and everything. (: You're all perfectly able to see it, I promise you. (Eheh. Though whether you want to is another matter. No promises on quality or quantity. Which latter should give you some idea where it's hidden.)

So, obligatory weekly Reality Check to follow.

Well, kinda. Fanfic, the joys of: Harkness, PI is now nine thousand words and counting and heading with some certainty towards the end. (: Joy! Finally!

Uni, the trials of: Homework manageable and being managed, though I'm still having trouble with the fact I have to come up with a plausible, possible 2500 word short story idea by Tuesday. (It just won't work - they all want to be EPICS!) *grumble* I'll think of something.

Meanwhile, back at the flat - I am going to go and speak to the nice lady on reception about seeing a spare room in a different flat, tomorrow morning. Flatmates not actually here, today, but before they left for the weekend they did play knock and dash on my bedroom door. Again. Thus actually retriggering (yes, it is a word, honest. It's Lalise for kickstarting something that had fallen dormant) my desire to move out, since in the four days up to then I'd been trying SO DAMN HARD to be nice and friendly and accomodating to the two (plus boyfriend) who were here. Again. And I thought there was a slim possibility we could actually start again, and I would be able to save the money and hassle it's going to cost me to get out. But no. And that was even before the worst of the three (plus boyfriend) returned for ten minutes and howled that the flat f*&^ing stank. Nice.

I do so hope there's a Doctor Who fan in the other flat. Or at least that they're happy to see me even in the capacity of a cleaner more than anything else. Better than this. Wish me luck.

In the meantime. Dexter - ohyes. Derren Brown on 4od - ohyes. QI on iPlayer - ohyes. Hustle on iPlayer - ohyes. All so good.

Shame I don't go near the TV, though. Would be nice to see them properly.

In other news, Salp are awesome (saw them on Swarm on BBC - look 'em up on Wikipedia. They fascinate me. And they're so pretty when they spiral), and I am going through a rather epic Day of the Tentacle nostalgia trip. Including trying to buy the game on eBay, though it will probably not work on Vista.

Come to that, tell me how to *make* Windows 95/98 games work on Vista. Other than threatening with a mallet. (: It must be possible...

Anywho. Hello people. How are you? I hope you're all well and having fun as much as possible.

*waves at internet world*

Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1520
Summary: Cardiff has an infestation of nanobots hell-bent on ruining Christmas for the children. Fortunately, Torchwood are ready!

Prompt: For shannon730, in the tw_ficexchange. (Also posted there. Adding it here to keep it in my own archives, as per usual.)

( Four Shopping Days to Christmas )

Two LJ Resolutions I'm probably never going to manage (edited for even a glimmer of a chance):

1. Post at least one new fic every week month...

2. Post an actual Real Life related entry every week month.

Well, that's January sorted. Now I go hide in a corner again and try to work out how to phrase the resolution to the Beta debate for tw_finishedfics. I could have timed that comm better.

And meanwhile I worry about my people (yes, I do mean you. And you) and do my best to avoid the thorny subject of the end of the holidays and having to leave home again...

I need to get back into RPs.

(I'm impossible. I'm trying to get my room here at uni sorted out so I can pack up and GO HOME tomorrow (*whines, begs, pleads*) come hell or high water (trains are fast, we'll escape both, it'll be fine). This means that I have hidden my internet cable from myself so I won't get distracted.

Oh, hello, wireless network. Ooh, shiny... I'll just check my emails. And tw_finishedfics. I'll have to come to a decision about that tomorrow or Thursday. And I'd best just check my friendslist. And oh, that site, and there was a thing on Youtube, and that random article on Wikipedia looks fascinating, and ooh I didn't know there was an online database of speculative fiction writers, I wonder how out of date it is, and wasn't I going to check the rules for that competition? and oh yeah, I meant to join that LJ comm the other day, and hey hang on, I should have posted at that RP site by now, and oh, people I talk to have popped up on MSN, and...)

Home if you disconnect the wireless, Lali, come on now, you can do it. There's a good girl.

But post this first.

Okay, there have been a couple of specialised comms popped up over the last couple of days... But I've been playing with the idea of this one for a while, and as far as I can see it still isn't quite covered. Tell me, friendslist.

tw_finishedfics - a comm for complete and beta-read fanfic only, no works-in-progress. Am I the only one who thinks there's a need? Is there already a comm for this that nobody told me about? Should I go and tell all the fanfic comms about it, or quietly delete it and pretend I never dared?

Come, join me?



Edit: Grow, little comm, grow! *patpat* There's a good comm, the nice people like you. ^_^

I get to go home. Just for a little bit.

The train I want leaves in eleven and a half hours.

And although I'm going home for a memorial service for my Guide Leader on Monday, for which I've been asked to write something (and believe me, that has screwed up my whole week. I was meant to be doing coursework and then that popped up and I ground to a halt and couldn't concentrate on a thing. Too late to ask for an extension, too close to the deadline to relax and try and get my head sorted before I had to work again... Never mind) I can't wait to be back home again. Sure, it's going to be absolutely miserable at points and I'm probably going to spend a fair amount of time in tears, but I do not want to be here any more.

Eleven and a half hours. I should pack.