huggeroftrees: (Keeley Eyes)
I amused Syren tho. :D

Must now got and edit fic for Australian type people who are writing beautiful things for me.

Brb.
huggeroftrees: (Keeley Eyes)
So, parents back this afternoon. In their absence I have:

1) Written/prosed 10 pages of sketched fic, edited 16,000 words and finally managed to post the DoctorWho Crackfic Crossover thus enabling the watching of the 11th Doctor season.

2) Written 1 drabble and 1 vignette (both still need editing).

3) Written the opening paragraphs of a stalled chapter (opening paragraphs are always my bugbear).

4) Edited two pages of the 1940s AU so that it actually flows (might get even more of that done this afternoon).

5) Missed three lunches and worn out each and every wrist joint I own in the pursuit of same.

6) Cooked various messes of potage of the tasty variety including an excess of chilli.

7) Drunk the very nice bottle of red my aunt left as a thank you for looking after her over two months ago.

8) Drunk the very nice bottle of homebrew my friends left for me at my birthday BBQ.

9) Eaten an excess of Pizza and watched a goodly chunk of my Lovefilm Urgent List.

10) Stayed up late and slept in for no reason other than there was crap on TV and I had an idea.

Not bad for two weeks eh? *sigh* Welcome home folks.
huggeroftrees: (DW_Doctor in the house)
What happened to lunch? Donna is being too awesome and I can't leave the fic. Damn you fic!

Actually no. Thank you. Thank you a million. Because I have been without a muse for so long it isn't even funny.

He felt a flush of pride as he looked down at that auburn head resting against his shoulder, at this woman who took everything the universe could throw at her and still remembered the soul restoring potential of clean clothes.

Edited to add: 2000 hours. It's done! Gragh. *cracks neck* Now I must eat.
huggeroftrees: (Heroine Addict)
I do like the comedies. He could write delicious dialogue.

ROSALIND: Nay, an you be so tardy, come no more in my sight: I
had as lief be wooed of a snail.

ORLANDO: Of a snail?

ROSALIND: Ay, of a snail; for though he comes slowly, he
carries his house on his head; a better jointure,
I think, than you make a woman:

So much better than "You're late, you git! Where have you been?!!!"

Oh, and I have a day off. Lovely lovely day off. Writing for Donna is wonderful fun.

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