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dragonlady7Lazy, lazy, I am. But I'm doing some work, at least. First I read a bunch of fanfiction, Elfslash all-- for amusement, I caught up on the latest installments of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
claudi007's The Elladan Show (somehow I hadn't noticed chapters 8 or 9. This stuff is squeak-out-loud kind of funny stuff, that comes from the kind of thoroughly-researched awkward humor only he can provide). And then I read tyellas's One Ring To Bind Them, which I'd been wanting to read but one has to take that kind of intensity in small doses. It was perfect for a dark and dismal rainy day. If you can handle NC-17 bondage, it's brilliance.
So after all that, I somehow managed not to be entirely humbled, and decided I'd better get some work done or I'll regret it. So I kept on with the revising bits I posted on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
treigylgweith and posting them on my website. I was trying to do some of the continuity-based stuff, but it's going slowly, and so I've been flying through the bits I'm terming 'polished fragments' that are short and somewhat stand-alone. So in honor of the rainy day I'll link to this one, a somewhat polished fragment of just under 1000 words featuring Glorfindel, Ecthelion, non-explicit slash, a rainy day, and some singing. Why not?
I uploaded a couple other polished fragments, and also did some work on the server so I could play again with my protected directory for original works. It works, but all that's up right yet is a page with character descriptions and pictures of the main characters of my Vikings novel. Which was fun to do, but needs yet more work.
Now I am distracted by instant messages from an old friend, and a letter from Katy. She's understatedly complaining-- "It is a good day for a crisp glass of chilled white wine-- it's the first day above 100 degrees-- granted it's only above by three degrees, but it's still hot." (Note: she doesn't have any wine.) She's also tired: "Working 7 days a week for months really makes it hard to focus sometimes."
I'm glad she got my letter when she did, though-- apparently mail hadn't come through in a couple of days, and that letter was a good fat one with a map of my house with all the plants sketched in so she could see my gardens, because she hasn't seen this house. I'm going to sit and write her a postcard-- I bought a couple of whimsical postcards during my caffeine-fueled stroll along Elmwood. I hadn't realized they had her on a 7-day workweek, though. That sucks. I couldn't do that. I require tremendous amounts of downtime, as evidenced by the amount I complain about a 42-hour workweek (one would've thought the world was ending. I sure did, anyway).
claudi007's The Elladan Show (somehow I hadn't noticed chapters 8 or 9. This stuff is squeak-out-loud kind of funny stuff, that comes from the kind of thoroughly-researched awkward humor only he can provide). And then I read tyellas's One Ring To Bind Them, which I'd been wanting to read but one has to take that kind of intensity in small doses. It was perfect for a dark and dismal rainy day. If you can handle NC-17 bondage, it's brilliance. So after all that, I somehow managed not to be entirely humbled, and decided I'd better get some work done or I'll regret it. So I kept on with the revising bits I posted on
treigylgweith and posting them on my website. I was trying to do some of the continuity-based stuff, but it's going slowly, and so I've been flying through the bits I'm terming 'polished fragments' that are short and somewhat stand-alone. So in honor of the rainy day I'll link to this one, a somewhat polished fragment of just under 1000 words featuring Glorfindel, Ecthelion, non-explicit slash, a rainy day, and some singing. Why not? I uploaded a couple other polished fragments, and also did some work on the server so I could play again with my protected directory for original works. It works, but all that's up right yet is a page with character descriptions and pictures of the main characters of my Vikings novel. Which was fun to do, but needs yet more work.
Now I am distracted by instant messages from an old friend, and a letter from Katy. She's understatedly complaining-- "It is a good day for a crisp glass of chilled white wine-- it's the first day above 100 degrees-- granted it's only above by three degrees, but it's still hot." (Note: she doesn't have any wine.) She's also tired: "Working 7 days a week for months really makes it hard to focus sometimes."
I'm glad she got my letter when she did, though-- apparently mail hadn't come through in a couple of days, and that letter was a good fat one with a map of my house with all the plants sketched in so she could see my gardens, because she hasn't seen this house. I'm going to sit and write her a postcard-- I bought a couple of whimsical postcards during my caffeine-fueled stroll along Elmwood. I hadn't realized they had her on a 7-day workweek, though. That sucks. I couldn't do that. I require tremendous amounts of downtime, as evidenced by the amount I complain about a 42-hour workweek (one would've thought the world was ending. I sure did, anyway).
