From Twitter 08-15-2009

• 03:24:59: LJ has no Guy/Kyle comm, and, in fact, no Lantern fic comm at all. The buttshots alone in GL should grant them a fic comm.
  

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Fucking Oxen

John drowned when I tried to ford the river.
Kyle broke his leg, then died.
One of my oxen got injured.

Guess what I'm playing?
And guess where the names come from?

EDIT: And now Alan has typhoid. Damnit, Alan.
EDIT 2: And now Alan broke his leg. Double damnit, Alan!
EDIT 3: And now Hal has typhoid.
EDIT 4: And now Hal has CHOLERA. Pick one, dude.
EDIT 5: And now an oxen has died. Fucking oxen.
EDIT 6: And now Alan broke his arm. Alan, seriously, you're just trying to fuck this up, aren't you?
EDIT 7: I win! Suck it, monkeys! Alan, Hal, and Guy survived. As well as three oxen.

Whoops.

I meant to write 1,000 words of Guy/Kyle to answer a prompt for the dcu_freeforall. It's turned into 3259 words [with probably 500 to go]. I'm still not sure how that happens. I didn't used to write this way. I like it, though.

I haven't stopped working on Electric Boogaloo*; I just got a lot of the Guy/Kyle idea so clearly** and wanted to get it down before I forgot it. I also thought it was going to be a third of it's current size.

*That's the second Percy/Oliver story if you missed by uber-dorky post.
**It came to me in the shower. I get a surprising amount of good ideas in the shower.

Oh, fandom dreams, you totally rock.

I had a dream that I was, I think, a detective, and Jack ::points to icon:: was the DA [of course, right?]. Whatever investigation I was on, it worked directly with something Jack was trying to keep hush-hush, and we kept butting heads over it.

I show up at his office at one point to try and get information, and his office is nearly bare. He's resigned, apparently, and is packing everything away so we can't have it. What was really funny was that his office in my dream wasn't his office. It was a long, thin room with brick walls and one window at the end. Jack wouldn't give me the information I wanted, but his assistant started cheating to show me stuff.

Case in point: She walked over to the computer, slid the mouse to drop the screen saver, and then picked a fight with Jack so that I would look over and notice the computer screen. Whoever that woman was, she was awesome, no?

Sadly, I woke up before I got to find out exactly what it was I was supposed to be searching for and why Jack was so reluctant to hand it over.

The funniest part about the dream is that I haven't watched L&O in weeks and haven't, actually, ever finished out season 19. This is not on purpose, obviously. I just got distracted. I've got a week, still, before I have to act like a student again. I think a marathon is in order.

In more fic news

Electric Boogaloo is slightly stalled at the moment. Not in an, "Oh, god, NO!" sort of way. More in a, "Crappers. Damned scene won't end." sort of way. I want to skip to a different scene, but I also really want to finish the one I'm on because then it will be finished.

I haven't started the Charlie/Draco, but I am getting some groudwork set up.

What are you writing flist?