Tuesday Has No Phones

Okay, so sometimes comfort fic involves indulging yourself. For anyone who might be interested, I present to you the following fic snippets which, if I ever get around to writing more of Trust Me, might make an appearance. If not, well here they are anyway.

No particular rhyme or reason to them, other than they take place months apart from one another and, as you'll see, follow a bit of a theme.
( Angel gets ready )
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( Connor gets ready )

Another charity fic. This one for illiadawry, who asked for a "1k-words Trust Me-verse story" in exchange for a donation to Doctors Without Borders.

Other charity fics can be found here

( Set the fictional wayback machine for 1997 )

They said it couldn't be done! They said, far more accurately, that it probably wouldn't be done! But lo, they were wrong!

Trust Me is finally polished and posted to my website. So anyone who was cursing my name for making you slog through my LJ memories for all the posts now has handy-dandy one-stop shopping for the whole thing. Plus, thanks to wolfling and her mad beta skillz, parts of the story which were used to be adorably confusing now actually make sense to people who don't live inside of my head. Plus there's easily at least 80% less spelling errors. (Not 100% though. Gotta have that Persian flaw, after all.)

Link if you like, reread if you care to. There weren't insane changes to the plot or anything, but a couple of things got a slight tweak for clarity and/or my own anal retentive nature about word choices. But there it is for what it's worth.

Ta da! =)

I glance out the window after being awake for maybe an hour and discover that it snowed last night. Or possibly this morning. There's white stuff on the ground, is my point. Neat, if unexpected. And it does give me new reasons to try to get out the door a bit early when I'm on my way to work. Because we all know I love leaving early for work.

After eating it three times I've decided I still can't tell if I like baked oatmeal or not. I think what's throwing me is the texture. I feel like it should be wetter, like proper oatmeal, but since it's baked I assume the end result is supposed to be more like something you could eat with a fork. Plus it retains heat strangely. On the flip side it does taste good until the point at which it goes cold, so I have no idea what to make of it. I feel like I should keep making it because we all know that proper oatmeal is about the healthiest thing you can eat ever, and if it can be made in a recipe that's got 200 calories a serving and manages to not taste like wallpaper paste then more power to it, but on the other hand it still has strange heat retention.

I babble about all this in case anybody's got any ideas. It'd be really funny if all I needed to do was add a smidge more milk to the original recipe or something ;)

(And yes, I realize there's cooking groups that I could babble this too, but that'd require the effort of posting twice and I'm all lazy and stuff right now. Esp since I'm full of oatmeal. Which sounds like a euphamism for something but isn't.)

In other news Trust Me is finished, at least in terms of the "parts posted to LJ" stage. Now comes the stage where I go over it again and again with a fine tooth comb because I am that picky about word choices sometimes, and then I give it to wolfling to go over with a fine tooth comb because for all my pickyness I still miss plenty of errors, and then I'll actually post the whole thing to mailing lists, archives, and my web site. I mention that in case anybody wanted to know if there'd be a handy-dandy one stop shopping type link for it in the future. The answer to that is yes, yes there will. Probably by the end of the week at the latest. (Note how happily I assume free time in wolfling's schedule. Generous of me, no? ;) )

But since that's all fiddly clean-up stuff I find myself in the sort of post-coital place with regards to getting a story done, where I can sit and bask in afterglow and wonder if it was good for you. I've been tempted to do a post of some author notes, since some people were asking about the foreshadowy bits and others swear that they're not bored by me blathering on about the writing process. But OTOH I'm not sure if that wouldn't be too much of pointing out where the smoke and mirrors are so you tell me. I'm never shy about talking about myself so if there's interest let me know.

I also find myself enjoying a moment where I don't have an immediate writing deadline (as I had given myself one for this because I didn't want new episodes of Angel to start while I needed to keep my inspirations firmly in the land of AU), so now I'm all "la la la! freetime!" which, of course, I realize ignores all the other stories I need to be working on but shhh! Give me my moments!

And speaking of schedules I may take some fun classes in the upcoming weeks. Further bulletins on that as events warrent.

And I think that's about it. Now to dress for work, clean off my car, and try to find that new station that LIR moved to.

Thanks to the magic of TiVo I've got 24 on pause right now. I started watching it as it aired then realized the wisdom of giving myself a little leeway time so I could fast foward through anything too painful to watch. Like Kim. ;)

Once 24 is over it's a hot shower and then I'm going to bed. Screw this tired shit.

Tonight I had some new recipes that I wanted to try, and what with being tired and all I wavered between attempting that and just ordering something in. Then as I left work it started to snow, and if that's not a sign from above that I needed to be BBQing I don't know what is.

(For the record the new marinade I tried was okay but not great. Still, it's a change of pace.)

I keep debating the Trust Me thing (for those who for some reason don't memorize the transcripts of my internal dialogues, the debate is on single, albeit long, story vs. series). As I see the original point where "The End" was going to go I find myself debating it more and more, and if this was really a story about that end or about getting the characters to that place and then seeing what they did with it. Still not sure yet, but there we are.

Either way I'd be writing boysex now if only I'd gotten a good night's sleep. The lack of a good night's sleep was only partially my fault, btw.

Finally, in happy news, come this March I shall be eating at Fifteen, aka Jamie Oliver's restaurant, thanks to the most marvey cin1607 who snagged us reservations. I keep wondering if I should order things I've never had or at least try one or two recipes that I've made myself just to taste the difference ;)

(Also, for thems who are interested, Cin's computer is currently pushing up the daises so anybody wanting to chat with her might want to try a phone, or even smoke signals)

And with that I bid you adieu for the evening.

(PS Is it possible to watch an episode of West Wing without crying or am I just that much of a chick? Just checking. Also for the record I now know why everybody hated that one woman in s1 with the brillo hair. For weeks now I've been wondering why every FAQ I could find followed her name with "We hate her". I wonder no more.)

(Going away now, really)

(poof)

Huzzah! Thanks to the magic of comfort fic and, again, wolfling's invaluable beta skills, I present unto you Trust Me, Part Four.

( Wherein the monster evil plot bunny from HELL shows us what the gang likes to do on a Sunday morning. )