1. ladychi has taken matters into her own hands, and given up on me ever providing additional information regarding Dex, the son of Rose and the Doctor in my Crossroads verse. What results is the fic Three Profound Moments, which chronicles Dex at the age of 10. Dex as a ten-year-old proves to be just as inquisitive and self-conscious as he was at the age of three - and really, this is very much a companion to When Dex Was Three. If you liked Crossroads, I highly suggest you head on over and read it.



2. The Coulda Woulda Shoulda Ficathon is accepting new participants - basically every one who signs up is given an episode from S1 or S2, and must rewrite the episode so that the Doctor and Rose are together at the end. (Together as in the kissy sense, mind.) I signed up, it sounds like fun, and writing within the confines of the show isn't something I do often enough.





3. And lastly: to those who read about the rather TMI conversation with my father over the weekend, he would like me to clarify to all of you that he was not the originator of said conversation, but merely the messenger. Also, that he shot a 43 on the nine holes of golf which he played that morning, and such an achievement bears recognition.

So I'm recording the next chapter of Crossroads (wiggiemomsi asked, and her wish is my command, most of the time).

Cleo walked into the room, took one look at me, and MEOWED.

I just went back and listened - and yup, you can hear the meowing. You can also hear me desperately reading the next line, trying not to laugh.


Poll #1425555
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All

Do I keep Cleo in the background or not?

Gakked from....oh, several folks. earlgreytea68, jlrpuck, and unfolded73 mostly.

Inspired by Doctor Who's "Turn Left:" Pick one of my stories and tell me a point in the tale that you'd change -- something tiny or big -- and I'll tell you how that one difference would have altered the course of the entire story.

( Today's plan )

View from my window, July 4, 2009:



I could see the fireworks from four different shows, and hear at least another two. This one was coming from the Fairfax City show, about a mile away. The reason it looks slightly blocked in the lower left-hand corner is because there is a very tall tree. (If I lightened the picture considerably, you'd see the tree, but it would make for an ugly photograph.)

Larger versions (as well as descriptions) available here.

Hmm, I think I like this photo sharing website....

Yes, even those of you who don't have a holiday today - who's to say your Fourth can't be happy, too?



And may your own pursuit of happiness be successful. :)

Went to the Smithsonian Folklife Festival today and have come home, nursing a small headache (dehydration, methinks) and 316 photographs and wrapping paper made from sheep poo.

(It was cheap, and seriously, how do you pass up paper made from sheep poo?)

I can't decide what I liked better - the Welsh artisans or the Latin American dance hall. Considering part of my headache might be due to the dance hall (where I stood or sat about five inches from the speakers for the majority of the multiple shows I watched).....nah. I still can't decide between the two.

(The show was that good. I saw the three-times crowned king of Columbia accordion. He had fangirls trying to rush the stage. It was way funny.)

Pictures to come. I'm going to rest, and maybe run to Costco, because there is no traffic, and I am now the proud owner of a Welsh cheese cookbook (the author was signing them), and a lot of those recipes look really good. And she said that some of the cheese were available at Whole Foods, and I am sorely tempted to try some. Or just buy a huge hunk o' Brie and have it in an omelet tomorrow morning.

(I would probably be more despondent about Bill not being here, except when he's not here, it means I can have eggs for breakfast and not worry about killing him accidentally. Yay! Eggs!)

*looks at writerinatardis fic*

*laughs like a maniac*

I've decided - my goal for writerinatardis this round is not going to be trying to get the same score in every challenge. It's going to be trying to fool papilio_luna, who apparently likes to guess who wrote what. (Which I'll admit I do too - I think we all do - it's half the fun. But I'm going to see how often I can stump her.)

It was an okay day - helped mostly by the fact that the morning was so incredibly busy I didn't even have time to think about writing or fanfic or anything.

Of course, by noon my eyes were killing me - the first of the month are always computer-heavy days, and I totally spaced this morning on the fact that it's JULY now, and wore my contacts instead of my glasses. Owowowowowowow.

On the bright side - having my brain totally clear of anything related to writing was good, because when at last I had a moment to breathe, I came up with the writerinatardis story. And oh, it's good. It's enormously clever. It's one of those things that I'm sure half a dozen others are going to think of, so that's kind of worrying, but I think it'll be fun to write.

So yeah, it still sucks that I lost four chapters (half! HALF!) of momdaegmorgan's story. But I have a three-day weekend (which I also only just realized today), and Bill will be out of town, and I plan on settling in and writing like mad.

And maybe going to the Smithsonian's Folklife festival. We'll see what the weather's like. I'm very good at writing on the Metro.

Bill: I know what will cheer you up.
Me: Colin Firth or David Tennant at the door?
Bill: We got the next disc of Battlestar Gallactica!
Me: Dude. What BSG are you watching?
Bill: Trust me.

( Spoilery for Season Four )

Bill: That work?
Me: *giggles incessantly*
Bill: I'm good.

Title: Taxi, Two A.M.
Author: azriona
Characters: Ten2, Rose
Rating: PG

Summary: “I've traveled to all sorts of places. Done things you couldn't even imagine, but... you two... street corner. Two in the morning. Getting a taxi home. I've never had a life like that.”

A/N: Written for writerinatardis’s Challenge 2.01: First Time. Beta’ed by the usual suspects (jlrpuck and runriggers).

Yes, I'm doing it again. Shush, I need cheering. (And wow, is that icon appropriate for my day yesterday, OR WHAT. Even though it wasn't lightning.)


1. Reply to this post, and I will pick six of your icons.
2. Make a post (including the meme info) and talk about the icons I chose.
3. Other people can then comment to you and make their own posts.
4. This will create a never-ending cycle of icon glee.


lostwolfchats's pics for me:


( Cute and Harmless )

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( Think about it )

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( And how!!! (Warning - I get kind of ranty here.) )

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( And the thread, and the fabric, and the buttons.... )

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( My oldest icon! )

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( Threads! )

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Thank you for all the hugs and pictures and words of comfort, flist. You guys rock. *sniff*

I couldn't retrieve the file. That's approximately thirty pages, and the first four chapters of a nine-chaptered fic.

But what really gets me - what's absolutely breaking my heart (other than the fact that it's my own stupidity) - is that it's the first non-one-shot story that I've finished since February, and the first longer fanfic finished since.....oh, jeez. Since September or October, likely.

I've got three or four WIPs, and finished this, and was so damn proud that I'd finished it, and figured out the twisty bits, and how to tell a seriously complicated story, and promptly lost half of it.

I wrote out what happens in the first four chapters that I lost, and I think I should be okay. But the stuff you rewrite is never as good as the stuff you lose. And beyond the dear-God-this-is-what-I-remember-happening, I haven't been able to write a word all day. I've tried, and after two or three lines, I just stop.

(I even tried a free-write, and that didn't turn out anything except a bunch of self-flagellation and grumbling about how I have NO IDEA how to write to the next writerinatardis prompt. Which resulted in more self-flagellation.)

So it's not the loss that is killing me at the moment, so much as it is the fact that I finished...and now I have to start again. Dammit, I finished. Why doesn't that count???

Oh shit.

oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit


I just deleted half of momdaegmorgan's Phantom story.

Does anyone know how to retrieve stuff from the Clipboard on your computer - AFTER the computer has already been turned off?

Continuing the theme of unexpected....I actually ended up with positive points on the first round of writerinatardis. Well....positive point, singular, since I only got one. That's a switch, I was kind of used to get negative. And about a quarter of the field had no points at all, so I'm feeling pretty good about it.

Poll #1422741
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All

What should Sharon post on Wednesday?

Gakked from wiggiemomsi.

1. Reply to this post, and I will pick six of your icons.
2. Make a post (including the meme info) and talk about the icons I chose.
3. Other people can then comment to you and make their own posts.
4. This will create a never-ending cycle of icon glee.


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( I know I left me somewhere around here..... )

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( Yak Lovin' )

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( You Are Wrong )

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( EXTERMINATE )

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( I love you, you love me..... )

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And lastly:



( The Story of the Baby Leopard: or, a Test of Wills )

Friends, I ask you:

Poll #1422286
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All

Don't Peter and Rose DESERVE a leopard of their very own?

On the down side, the commute home was wretchedly long, and my eyes are burning like crazy (I blame too much computer use), and I forgot to take anything out to defrost for dinner.

On the up side, we have the first disc of The Tudors downstairs, and Cleo is being snuggly, and there is ice cream and leftovers in the fridge.

(Well, the ice cream is in the freezer. If it was in the fridge, I would be a very sad duck, that's for sure.)

The writerinatardis fic has been sent in for processing, momdaegmorgan's Phanfic crossover is over half done, I have figured out the main timey-whimey hurdle of wiggiemomsi's Support Stacie fic, and assuming I can remember to send the next Crossroads ficlet to runriggers, it'll be ready for posting next week (and if not, you get another installment of Smurfy-Wurfy).

doctordiva's epic poem is still made of epic fail, and let's not discuss the chips_remixed fic, okay? My brain keeps coming up with seriously timey-whimey plot lines, and it's driving me mad, because I'm just not good at timey-whimey, they always give me headaches.

In the meantime, I'm going to brush up on my historically inaccurate but extremely pretty English History education. And snuggle with the cat and eat leftovers and possibly work on some cross-stitch.

Title: Evolution
Characters: The Doctor (Four, Nine, Ten), Romana I, River, Rose
Rating: PG

Summary: Sometimes, Rose fancied she could believe in previous lives and reincarnation. Surely there had been other times she'd been held by this man, when it felt so familiar and right.

A/N: Based entirely on one line from LadyChi’s Evolution of Rose, Part Five, which I’ve quoted in the summary. Thanks to her for letting me play, thanks to dark_aegis, who made sure I wasn’t too awful to Four and Romana, and thanks to wendymr, who also betaed, though it’s not exactly her cup of tea. The italicized quotes are from The Parting of the Ways.

If you're into crafts or stitching or gardens....you must see this.

In my continuing efforts to avoid writing....

I read.

Sort of.

Apparently, my computer has a recording function. And I have a headset.


Anyone want to hear me read "When Dex Was Three"? No idea if my voice is annoying or not (I'm biased). And I can't do a British or Welsh accent to save my life, so I didn't even try because I'd probably make people cry.

But it was surprisingly fun to do.

Please comment if you take it, folks. And let me know if you liked me reading it!