While it may appear that I've fallen off the face of the Earth, been abducted by cute little aliens or done something drastic to myself like gotten married, I'm actually alive and trying to keep up with LJ. Not that you'd know it. I've really got to start posting more.

 

How is everyone else's weekend shaping up (or down...since it's Sunday, already)? I'm having myself some Whole Foods tomorrow (this really isn't news because I go just about every day) with a friend I haven't seen in ages and then I'm meant to go to an artshow in the afternoon. We'll see how that pans out. I should be catching myself up on all the fic that's been circulating...perhaps that's how I'll spend my late-Sunday-afternoon...

So...I gave in and wrote Twilight fic. And of course, because I'm apparently off-centre, the first thing I write in this verse is slightly off-centre too.


Title: And In My Human Heart
Summary: She's always so careful to guard this secret - her only secret - but she's not careful enough on Bella's wedding day. Rosalie always does the exact opposite of what you'd expect.

I'm still slightly uncomfortable about the ending because I think it's unforgivable cheese but Rose ran away with me.
**Reposting because I'm a total tool and messed up my lj cuts. And then couldn't figure out how to fix it and just made it worse.

Thought I'd start with something old. I'm exhausted. Spent the morning doing accounting and costing and then moved onto finance. The result being I'll now be acquiring some sort of shotgun and aiming it at my ear. Why does the weekend seem to be controlled by fast-forward? It's like some humongous cosmic joke! However, all was not lost...a day off last week and I managed to miss out on driving into the snowstorm, which I certainly won't complain about.

Something new. I'm still exhausted and likely will be forever (oh wait...that's old news). This is horrendously embarrassing but I'm going to see the Spice Girls tonight (I can see you all rolling your eyes and snorting. I don't blame you.) so I hope I'll be awake enough to enjoy it! I'm kind of excited.

This is a little piece I've been tinkering about with for a while now. It doesn't seem to want to grow into anything else so post it I am. The last line has never worked for me but every edit brought something worse so I've stuck with this. It seems sort of awkward to me, a strange ending and a break in the flow so perhaps someone will suggest somewhere else this should end. 

TItle: Penance
Rating: PG
Summary: "Why would you suddenly want to help me? Why would you suddenly care?" An unlikely person visits  Azkaban.

...I am actually still around. Barely. Ohh, how do I explain a month-long absence? A complete lack of ability to reply to anything?

A few days before Christmas Eve (or, in fact, Christmas itself), I got sick. And when your immune system is too busy attacking your own body to do anything useful...well, I think you can imagine. All of which culminated ten days later (when I was still horrendously sick) in my parents suggesting we make a trip to the doctor. And barring that, the ER. Naturally, I put my foot down since I've spent more time with doctors in my lifetime than I'd ever ever cared to and it just didn't seem fun to spend my break in the hospital.

I 'recovered' somewhat about three days ago, although I still look like death warmed over and perfect strangers keep coming over and telling me that I look tired. Which, as we all know, is polite-speak for telling you you look like you just got run over by a moped. 

As if all of this wasn't enough to be getting on with, there is something very wrong with my nose. It's swollen at the bridge and hurts whenever I touch it or make certain facial expressions. My mum asked me if I'd broken it. At the time I snorted and said that I'd hope to remember breaking something like my nose but now I'm not entirely sure. 

Much of this has left me tired and feeling disgusting, with missed deadlines and nothing of substance written. 

I will return soon. Hopefully with something that doesn't read like a page of poorly written poetry. Around the same time, I'm hoping to catch up on replies and reading and things. So much has been posted that I've missed!

I hope everyone had a lovely holiday-time!

Exams will be ending next Friday. I count the days till my family is all in one place and we can enjoy Christmas together without worrying about extraneous things. As if there's not enough to think about.

In related or unrelated news, I've always hated incompetency. I've gone and developed a whole new hatred of it, especially when it's related to the medical profession. I mean, you know it's not good when your dad calls you and says it's probably a good idea that you come home a day early if possible. It's not quite as bad as it could be but it's not like it could ever BE good news.

Plus it was my male half's birthday and I spent an hour agonizing over how best to tell him about my mum until realizing that a) giving someone bad news on their birthday is mean and b) saying 'the cancer's spread, do you mind passing the potatoes?' didn't seem to really get the scope of the thing across very well.

I was tweaking much more yesterday, even though logically I know it's pointless to tweak. It's just...no matter how much time there is or there isn't, it'll never be enough. We've just got to enjoy the time we do get and try and make it last as long as we can.



I've posted a little piece over at redandthewolf for their 'Tales of Dogs and Scoundrels' challenge. It's called 'The Dishonourable'. My first challenge and definitely something I enjoyed, although the deadline troubled me. It figures that as soon as I finish it, the deadline gets extended! In any case, it was different writing with prompts but hopefully something I'll get to do again. And I got to write about Sirius which is always pleasing to me ;).


Title: The Dishonourable
Summary: 'What look?' he thinks and then feels his stomach jump not unpleasurably as he realizes she's watched him long enough to recognize his looks. (Lily/James, Lily/Sirius)
Rating: PG-13/R
Warnings: Language
Word Count: 2,488
Author’s Note: My prompts were 'sit' and lyrics from 'Sooner or Later' by Bob Dylan. My first shot at a challenge and not at all what I expected to finish with!
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Or...worst Monday of my life.

Words cannot even describe. I will say that I hate women on power trips who favour the guys simply because they have ___ (insert word here). And every single day...I look around and wonder what I'm doing here. It's like every other person is smarter and faster and more intelligent than me. Which is just...neat.

To reduce my anger, frustration and sadly enough, tears, I wrote this. Can you catch the foreshadowing of things to come? I didn't either until I read it over and then rolled my eyes at how unsubtle it came across.

Title: The Water In My Veins
Rating: PG
Summary: Two of the Black sisters make their choices. 

It's been a pretty relentless few weeks. I've had literally no time to write anything of substance which has just left me even more stressed out and high-strung than usual. Things here are much better although I'm still counting the days. Ha, I'm sure things will be worse tomorrow but at least I'm halfway done the week now. Thank goodness. Somehow, I found the time to write this, which I'm still not completely happy with but thought I'd let sit for awhile. I feel like I lost the trail somewhere towards the end and can't get it back.

Title: The Way of Responsibility
Rating: PG-13/R 
Summary: "Tonks died first."

My laptop has proceeded to delete the last three times I wrote in this little box so let's hope the fourth time is more successful.

I have to keep reminding myself why this decision seemed so attractive. Of course, it was easier to make this decision when I didn't think it was going to happen. Once I open my apartment door, things are fine (great, even) but the drive is always atrocious. It's boring, for one. And for two...well, it's lonely. I used to drive all the time last year and that was always fine. This is just...it's too long and too finite. Which is foolish. I really need to get a grip. 

I'm sure it'll be even better when I can finally get my phone and my cable sorted out but for now, I am sort of isolated, apart from my computer and my non-long-distance cell phone. And I need to stop ruminating on this.

As for this little piece...I remembered it being less abrupt and quite a bit less random but I'm going to post it anyway and see if that stimulates me into making it into something more than filler. 

Title: It's too short and pointless to deserve one.
Rating: PG

Haven't really gotten things figured out...still need a place to live for next year (and as 'next year' starts in about two weeks, I really need to get moving). Who'd have thought trying to find a place to live in a different country would be hard? This is what happens when you don't think ahead. 

This is one of my many takes on the aftermath of the infamous hospital scene. I never claimed to be a great writer (as partly evidenced by the brutal title and partly by the less than great writing) but it was fun to write a Tonks who isn't a doormat in the aftermath.

Title: Moving On
Rating: PG-13

Title: Through Windows
Rating: PG