Glory to the Spoons!

 Tomorrow, for the first time in WEEKS, I am going to have the house to myself for a couple of hours. And I am going to WRITE!!

I'm so burnt out lately that I've barely even done anything for fandom_stocking and I feel horribly guilty about it, so. Also I'm signed up for a couple of exchanges, and there's the small detail of the neverending second draft of that novel...


...okay, so there's a better than average chance that I'm going to actually just spend three quarters of the day in bed. Which would also probably be beneficial. Winter is so awful for my brain, and the worst part is that we're not even getting snow; it's just soggy and brown and miserable here. We had a thunderstorm today. A thunderstorm. In Upstate NY. In January. What the fuck.

There's another periodic debate on empathy and the lack thereof on my Tumblr dashboard, and it just makes me so Tired. And I was thinking about reblogging with a response, but hey! I have this shiny new DW account (or rather, this nine-year-old DW account that I haven't used since 2013, SAME DIFFERENCE), so why not post it here instead of picking another argument about it!

( Click below for navel-gazing )

So, hey, guys, I haven't been posting...like, at all. I haven't really been doing much with fandom lately, but that's because I am working on Serious Original Fic. About werewolves and ex-immortals and the politics involved in running an insular clan of vampire hunters and there may be giant telepathic lions in there somewhere, idek.

Also, my brother is graduating from boot camp on Friday, and I'm getting on a plane for the first time in like five years to go see it. I'm mildly terrified.

Anyway. Random snippet of a random thing I have been working on:


( Jamila woke to the sound of sirens... )

Well, I have successfully written 50k, which works out to about three quarters of the story. I only really developed a plot around the last 5k, though, which means I pretty much have to go back and re-write the entire rest of it.

...at least it's something to do.

Also, I'm considering finally sitting down to catch up on SPN. Can anybody advise if this is a good idea? Or will I just want to beat my TV to death when I'm finished?

An excerpt from my MASTERPIECE:

(  It's quiet down on the east side of the waterfront... )

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.
-The Constitution of the United States, Amendment 1

Boston police move in on protesters on Greenway, scores arrested

So, about a hundred people were arrested in Boston last night. According to the Boston PD, it was properly warned for, entirely provoked, and professionally handled. According to half a dozen people I know who were there, the police kicked the crap out of several protesters, refused medical attention to several more, and destroyed all the medical supplies, tents, and personal property belonging to the protesters by dint of tossing it in a couple of garbage trucks and compacting it.

I'm so fucking pissed off right now that my hands are actually shaking.

So, my youngest brother just enlisted in the Marines. He took the test on his 21st birthday and scored in the 99th percentile, which is funny if you consider that the main reason he wanted to join the military was the fact that he's continuously and dramatically failing at college.

My dad is kind of furious about it. My mom is...milder, but still not thrilled. I don't know how to feel. We've had a few military people in our family--my mom's brother was in the Army, my dad's father was in the Air Force--and I can name a dozen people I went to school with who ended up in the service, hazard of growing up in a small, poor, conservative town. I thought about joining up myself, but I disagree with the U.S. military on too many fundamental points.

I think it will be good for him, honestly, although I guess I'd be happier if we weren't fighting a handful of wars at the moment. He needs the discipline, and right now he needs it to come from some kind of external entity.

It's just--dude. It's my baby brother. I remember when he was born, and now he wants to go tote guns for a living.

Today I:

1. Overslept.

2. Found leaks in both of my previously waterproof boots just in time for rainy season.

3. Utterly failed to get a fire started and yet

4. Somehow managed to burn a hole through the front porch despite the aforementioned rain (don't ask, okay? Just don't.)

I'm going to pour myself a drink and go back to bed.

The semester just started this week. I already have four chapters of reading to do and work in the morning. I should be sleeping, or, failing that, hitting the books.

Instead, I am sleep-deprived, slightly drunk, and up way past my bedtime writing softcore angel porn.

Just shoot me now.

DADT repealed.

Fucking finally.

Ganked from naatz , who pulls it off much better:

( Sadly, yes, I was already wearing the hat. )
Also:

Here! Have five random snippets from five stories I may or may not actually finish writing:

( Writing ADD! )( It's still the worst thing. Warnings for general Dean angst, predictability, total lack of a point. )