AAAARRRRRRGGGGGHH!
Sep. 25th, 2007 11:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
This is my last week.
Self: Hurrah! Wednesday off, nothing to do on the weekend, I shall finish off SotF and avoid the wrath of nice internet people and the stern emailed looks of
jadzialove.
Canadian pals on phone: Hello! We're going to be in town! Can we stay with you?
Self: Er, sure. Just got to get some writing done most nights in the study/spare room. Am editor type, you know. Work, yes, work!
CPs: Not a problem, see you Friday.
Tasmanian pal on phone: So, I'll see you in Launceston Friday, yeah?
Self: ARGH! Er, probably, given that you bought me some plane tickets to visit you and make things for you (Hey, hang on! plane tickets cost less than I charge to make things ... er, best not make fuss since now have errant Canadians ...)
Self off phone: OK, so, I give the keys to the neighbour, who gives them to the CPs, who hang out and use the house as a base until we get back Sunday, whereupon we can catch up ... it'll all be fine!
Work: Can you work Friday instead of having a day off? Please? Pretty please?
Self: [Hmmm, that would make life easier with the CPs ... hang on, phone's ringing ...]
Britpals: HELLO! We're in town this weekend! Surprise! Let's catch up!
Self: [To Britpals] Sure. [To work] Sure. [To CPs] See you Friday. [To Tasmanian] Er ... I'll pay to change the tickets to December!
Self to self: This is the universe punishing you for that year you spent in other people's houses freeloading your way around Europe.
Self back to self: Yes, but I cooked, and bought wine, and put out.
Self to usually beloved friends: Lovely to see you, great catching up, must trot off and do a spot of writing now.
Usually beloved friends: Oh, we were just going to sleep in your study. And we have another full day's catching up with you planned for tomorrow!
Self: Oh. Yay!
Self tonight: They're gone! Everybody's gone!
Darling partner: I'm in the middle of rebuilding the good computer, which you had turned on but foolishly left for five minutes, clearly choosing tea over good computer privileges. You can work on the old one.
Self: The old one that doesn't let me post more than 1000 words to lj before it falls in a screaming heap?
DP: That's the one.
Self: [Picks up pen, paper, sighs ...]
Self: Hurrah! Wednesday off, nothing to do on the weekend, I shall finish off SotF and avoid the wrath of nice internet people and the stern emailed looks of
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Canadian pals on phone: Hello! We're going to be in town! Can we stay with you?
Self: Er, sure. Just got to get some writing done most nights in the study/spare room. Am editor type, you know. Work, yes, work!
CPs: Not a problem, see you Friday.
Tasmanian pal on phone: So, I'll see you in Launceston Friday, yeah?
Self: ARGH! Er, probably, given that you bought me some plane tickets to visit you and make things for you (Hey, hang on! plane tickets cost less than I charge to make things ... er, best not make fuss since now have errant Canadians ...)
Self off phone: OK, so, I give the keys to the neighbour, who gives them to the CPs, who hang out and use the house as a base until we get back Sunday, whereupon we can catch up ... it'll all be fine!
Work: Can you work Friday instead of having a day off? Please? Pretty please?
Self: [Hmmm, that would make life easier with the CPs ... hang on, phone's ringing ...]
Britpals: HELLO! We're in town this weekend! Surprise! Let's catch up!
Self: [To Britpals] Sure. [To work] Sure. [To CPs] See you Friday. [To Tasmanian] Er ... I'll pay to change the tickets to December!
Self to self: This is the universe punishing you for that year you spent in other people's houses freeloading your way around Europe.
Self back to self: Yes, but I cooked, and bought wine, and put out.
Self to usually beloved friends: Lovely to see you, great catching up, must trot off and do a spot of writing now.
Usually beloved friends: Oh, we were just going to sleep in your study. And we have another full day's catching up with you planned for tomorrow!
Self: Oh. Yay!
Self tonight: They're gone! Everybody's gone!
Darling partner: I'm in the middle of rebuilding the good computer, which you had turned on but foolishly left for five minutes, clearly choosing tea over good computer privileges. You can work on the old one.
Self: The old one that doesn't let me post more than 1000 words to lj before it falls in a screaming heap?
DP: That's the one.
Self: [Picks up pen, paper, sighs ...]
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Date: 2007-09-25 02:07 pm (UTC)The hallmark of an excellent house guest. ;)
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Date: 2007-09-25 02:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-25 02:23 pm (UTC)Is it bad of me that I enjoyed reading this?
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Date: 2007-09-25 02:58 pm (UTC)And yes, it is. Clearly your mind, too, has been turned by too many random guests. Does no-one plan ahead these days? (One did point out that if I was on Facebook I'd have known weeks ago. There were looks.)
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Date: 2007-09-25 02:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-25 02:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-25 02:55 pm (UTC)Got some writing done. 16 and 19 are sorted, the other three plotted but not written up. Damn new computer is still finishing its post-rebuilding existential crisis
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Date: 2007-09-25 03:08 pm (UTC)By the way, if you'd like a Skyehawke account (and don't have one already, just send me an email with the email address you'd like to use and I'll get you an invite. I'm at outdatedtechATgmailDOTcom.
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Date: 2007-09-27 01:03 pm (UTC)It is actually embarrassing how much of the internet I don't know. All the nice bits, apparently.
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Date: 2007-09-27 01:24 pm (UTC)Ha, I'm hardly a sensei! :D
Skyehawke is an invite-only fic archive. It's fairly stable and lots of people in HP fandom archive there. Once invited, you can post any fic you want, unmoderated. I have most of my fics there. I like the simple layout a lot, though some people don't care for it.
Would you like an invite? Let me know if you'd like to use Blame Brampton or Emma Brampton as a pen name.
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Date: 2007-09-27 02:51 pm (UTC)Microsoft apps acting up? You shock me.
That's right, you are my fandom guardian angel. Because you'd look better in a nice frock than in one of those mad kimono and armour ensembles. But because you're a proper angel, you still get a sword. And it's flaming ...
Oh, hey! Unintentional gay subtext! That was your influence, BTW. You're that good.
It looks good, but broken at the moment. Yes, please, if it's not wholly broken (I can't tell from the message on the front page) Do people usually keep the same moniker across lj and skyehawke? It seems to be split in the little I can see/recall. You have no idea how much all of this is like the first time you edit something in another English to the one you grew up with; you feel it should be easy and obvious, yet new questions protrude from every angle and I'm left feeling utterly thick ...
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Date: 2007-09-27 03:08 pm (UTC)I created an account for "Blame Brampton." You should get an email soon. Most people keep the same moniker when they post on archives, because there are archive readers who don't read on LJ and vice versa. If someone is Googling for your fics, most people want to make sure they can be found.
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Date: 2007-09-27 03:18 pm (UTC)And I've not read anywhere near enough of your stuff. Damn lack of computer time has cut into the reading, too. But I do hold you partly responsible for the fact that once again I can't use the words flaming, fist or top without giggling like a five year old. It hasn't been this bad since I used to hang out in drag clubs.
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Date: 2007-09-27 03:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-27 03:28 pm (UTC)Slash has turned me into a giggly 15 year old all over again. I swear I've seen gay subtext in an anti-harassment training video (I got some strange looks when I brought that up). Even my husband now claims he sees subtext in commercials and the like.
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Date: 2007-09-26 02:19 am (UTC)*coughlaptopcough*
Deep breaths, there's no deadline.
And the nice internet people, though ravenous for the rest of the story, will understand. I guarantee it. A good many of us tend to avoid WIPs, but the waiting is totally worth it if the story is good.
And yours?
So much better than good!
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Date: 2007-09-27 01:05 pm (UTC)It's the laptop fairies scaling up from hints to clue-by-fours (bless the American who invented them).
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Date: 2007-09-27 02:23 pm (UTC)Viva la comfy chair!
And Yay! for fortuitous payraises!
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Date: 2007-09-27 02:43 pm (UTC)Yay indeed. Now to talk to the salary sacrifice people without the fifty minute salespitch ... ("I want one of these, how much a week will it cost for how long?" "Well, the superannuation benefits and pre-tax breaks will include ..." "NOOOO! I just want to know how much for how long, you can have my money, my signature, my credit card! Just stop telling me what a good idea it is after I've already decided to do it!") I think I just remembered why I haven't done this yet ...