Where does the time actually GO?

It was Friday afternoon five minutes ago, and now it's just gone midnight Sunday night! Outrageous! We did manage to fix the front path, which had been lifted a ridiculous amount by the ludicrously over-sized tree next door, and my sewing room is a place of organisational delight, but that accounts for about four hours. There was another one up in Newtown today catching up with pseudicide , but that leaves at least twenty more awake hours out there somewhere. And I've looked under the sofa.

However, quick fandom things! If you remember me mentioning glompfest the other day and thought 'Why yes! To be glomped sounds less like the sort of thing reserved for pervy tentacle fanciers and more like the sort of thing I'd be for …' then click here now! Prompting is open and there are even instructions for the nervous.

If it is still Sunday for you, and you have a muse of fire, you might like to try a quick drabble at the Harry Potter Birthday Drabblethon. Open till midnight, there are some fabbo prompts awaiting.

I say muse of fire, because I made a stab at two, and let me tell you it was only by virtue of the fact that you're allowed to cheat and submit a two-hundred word ficlet that I managed anything. I have a muse of glacial shift, but thanks to global warming, that's not the handicap it once was.

The first was for the prompt Sirius's two-way mirror, for vaysh11 .
( Sirius's mirror )

The second was for a prompt in which Harry discovers a distraught Malfoy in a Muggle bar, forhpfangirl71 .

( Harry Potter walks into a bar ... )

On a final note: WHY did I watch Return to Cranford? I knew it would be death, death, brief romantic interlude and death! Damn you, Gaskell!

ETA: An ACTUAL drabble of 100 words, because chantefable  is a dreadful influence.
( (She had suspected Luna Lovegood) )

Where does the time actually GO?

It was Friday afternoon five minutes ago, and now it's just gone midnight Sunday night! Outrageous! We did manage to fix the front path, which had been lifted a ridiculous amount by the ludicrously over-sized tree next door, and my sewing room is a place of organisational delight, but that accounts for about four hours. There was another one up in Newtown today catching up with pseudicide , but that leaves at least twenty more awake hours out there somewhere. And I've looked under the sofa.

However, quick fandom things! If you remember me mentioning glompfest the other day and thought 'Why yes! To be glomped sounds less like the sort of thing reserved for pervy tentacle fanciers and more like the sort of thing I'd be for …' then click here now! Prompting is open and there are even instructions for the nervous.

If it is still Sunday for you, and you have a muse of fire, you might like to try a quick drabble at the Harry Potter Birthday Drabblethon. Open till midnight, there are some fabbo prompts awaiting.

I say muse of fire, because I made a stab at two, and let me tell you it was only by virtue of the fact that you're allowed to cheat and submit a two-hundred word ficlet that I managed anything. I have a muse of glacial shift, but thanks to global warming, that's not the handicap it once was.

The first was for the prompt Sirius's two-way mirror, for vaysh11 .
( Sirius's mirror )

The second was for a prompt in which Harry discovers a distraught Malfoy in a Muggle bar, forhpfangirl71 .

( Harry Potter walks into a bar ... )

On a final note: WHY did I watch Return to Cranford? I knew it would be death, death, brief romantic interlude and death! Damn you, Gaskell!

ETA: An ACTUAL drabble of 100 words, because chantefable  is a dreadful influence.
( (She had suspected Luna Lovegood) )