Just when you think dogs are awesome pets, you remember why you love cats.
Just when you remember why you love cats, they do something to remind you why you also hate them.
ETA: Floods finished, city cleaned up, now covered in snow. And cold. No: COLD.
I want so desperately to find like minds out there in my offline world, but from overheard conversations just my tv watching habits might seem too out in left field!
So I'm curious - is anyone actually out of the fanfic closet in their non-virtual lives?
Title: Who You Are, Part 5: Truth
Warnings: This part can be read on its own. Entire series will end up being an AU.
Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Word Count: 582 words.
Summary: There is so much to hide and so much to reveal - the truth will out.
Who You Are, Part 5: Truth (You will be directed to An Archive of Our Own - feel free to comment there or here, comments greatly appreciated!)
So this is by way of apology for not writing (don't know if any of the two fandoms I post to watch my LJ, but if you do - hi!) or posting since forever, but a promise that I have not disappeared nor am I still tormented by writer's block, but that my time/brainpower has just been co-opted by the other dimension I occupy.
I hope everyone has enjoyed a lovely holiday if yours fell within the recent time period!
Status Update: sick, as a dog.
Caught a cold coming down to Denver with my dad to visit my grandma, aunt, uncle, and rendezvous with brother, sister-in-law, nephew. Have been various kinds of sick since Sunday. Have been without wife, who was supposed to join us, for seven weeks and one day. Will not see her again until Jan. 3rd. Maybe second, but don't want to hold out too much hope, since was supposed to see her on 19th of December, but she sprained her foot and couldn't walk let alone travel. Owie! So it was a bit of a sad Christmas, but at least my dad and grandma and aunt were happy to celebrate. Uncle opted out (religious reasons), rest of fam didn't arrive til Boxing Day.
So I thought in all the time my wife was away I could just attack my writing. Not so - turns out she is my muse now, and I write for and because of her. Having her away doesn't enable my writing. However! I think I will get a part of something up, soon. Yay!
Perhaps when I'm not coughing up a lung and its contents, or going through a box of Kleenex an hour. Here's to hoping!
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