Entry tags:
Writing Update
Title: still-untitled Jared/Jeff
Fandom: SPN RPS
Words added: 852
Total words: 3210
Fandom: SPN RPS
Words added: 852
Total words: 3210
Entry tags:
Writing Update
Title: untitled Jared/Jeff for Killa
Fandom: SPN RPS
Words added: 859
Total words: 2358
Now I'm off to re-watch the last few eps of season one, for details. Oh, the hardship. *koff*
Fandom: SPN RPS
Words added: 859
Total words: 2358
Now I'm off to re-watch the last few eps of season one, for details. Oh, the hardship. *koff*
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New Orleans or Bust
It was almost the latter....
The rental car company assured me that they opened at five a.m. and could get me to my six a.m. flight no problem. They lied. They didn't even open up until 5:15 this morning, and then by 5:30 it was too late for United to get my checked luggage on my flight, so I had to rebook to the seven a.m. flight, which got me into New Orleans 2-1/2 hours later than my original plan.
On the plus side, I'm in New Orleans!
I'm sitting in the hotel room, smoking a cigarette and trying to figure out what to do for dinner and where to catch part of the Bacchus parade. The end of the parade route is about a block from me, but not visible from my window, so I'll have to go downstairs. I've also got a flask of rum, courtesy of my con roommates, so I'm pretty much set with drink and lung cancer and everything!
Oh, and on the connection from Denver to New Orleans? I finished Stop, Rewind, (re)Play! Woo hoo! Now to send it to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
laylah_r for beta....
The rental car company assured me that they opened at five a.m. and could get me to my six a.m. flight no problem. They lied. They didn't even open up until 5:15 this morning, and then by 5:30 it was too late for United to get my checked luggage on my flight, so I had to rebook to the seven a.m. flight, which got me into New Orleans 2-1/2 hours later than my original plan.
On the plus side, I'm in New Orleans!
I'm sitting in the hotel room, smoking a cigarette and trying to figure out what to do for dinner and where to catch part of the Bacchus parade. The end of the parade route is about a block from me, but not visible from my window, so I'll have to go downstairs. I've also got a flask of rum, courtesy of my con roommates, so I'm pretty much set with drink and lung cancer and everything!
Oh, and on the connection from Denver to New Orleans? I finished Stop, Rewind, (re)Play! Woo hoo! Now to send it to
laylah_r for beta....Entry tags:
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In less than 72 hours, I'll be in New Orleans.
*wibbles*
The good news is that I've got a dress (a gorgeous purple formal that screams "check out my cleavage") and all the accoutrements that one needs tostalk meet wonderful people.
More good news is that I solved my "formal purses are the size of postage stamps" problem by making my own purse this morning. Yeah, in all the excess time I had this morning, before my flight left for LAX, I went to the fabric store, picked up some silk, velvet, and silken cord, and sewed myself a bag. Because I'm effing insane, that's why.
Ooh, and thinking of Mardi Gras, pagingcathexys! Did we have relatively firm plans, or is the jury still out on whether you'll be able to come play with me on Monday? I'll be checking my journal periodically between now and then, so let me know.
And I'm damn near done with Stop, Rewind, (re)Play, too. I've probably got another 2000 words, tops, which I should be able to write tonight or tomorrow, and then ship the whole thing off tolaylah_r for beta. As a matter of fact, I'd be writing right now (instead of typing up this LJ post in Word for later transfer to my journal) except that my flight is completely packed and I wouldn't want to give anyone a heart attack if they should happen to read over my shoulder. Because we're at the good Orlijah bits now, where they're reaching for the lube. Finally. Damn them. *g*
And it feels like the plane's descending, which means they're going to tell me to turn my computer off any second, so it's time to save and exit.
*wibbles*
The good news is that I've got a dress (a gorgeous purple formal that screams "check out my cleavage") and all the accoutrements that one needs to
More good news is that I solved my "formal purses are the size of postage stamps" problem by making my own purse this morning. Yeah, in all the excess time I had this morning, before my flight left for LAX, I went to the fabric store, picked up some silk, velvet, and silken cord, and sewed myself a bag. Because I'm effing insane, that's why.
Ooh, and thinking of Mardi Gras, paging
cathexys! Did we have relatively firm plans, or is the jury still out on whether you'll be able to come play with me on Monday? I'll be checking my journal periodically between now and then, so let me know.And I'm damn near done with Stop, Rewind, (re)Play, too. I've probably got another 2000 words, tops, which I should be able to write tonight or tomorrow, and then ship the whole thing off to
laylah_r for beta. As a matter of fact, I'd be writing right now (instead of typing up this LJ post in Word for later transfer to my journal) except that my flight is completely packed and I wouldn't want to give anyone a heart attack if they should happen to read over my shoulder. Because we're at the good Orlijah bits now, where they're reaching for the lube. Finally. Damn them. *g*And it feels like the plane's descending, which means they're going to tell me to turn my computer off any second, so it's time to save and exit.
Entry tags:
Fic and New Orleans Insanity Updates
Okay, first the fic stuff:
I don't know that I'm going to have Stop, Rewind, (re)Play done by tomorrow. Most people are going to be like, "What? Who the fuck cares?" but I promisedlibitina that I'd get it done for her birthday and I'm not so sure anymore. Fifty lashes with a wet...Elijah? No, I didn't think I'd get off that easy. Mea culpa. I'm working on it, but I'm a little stressed right now and I'm going to go outside for a calming cigarette as soon as I'm done with this entry.
Next, New Orleans:
When last we left our intrepid heroine, she had discovered that she could not, in fact, afford to go to Mardi Gras for the sole purpose ofstalking seeing Dom and Elijah, because she could not get anyone to go with her and share the cost of the (very reasonably priced, considering) hotel room she'd found.
Well, I still can't afford to go, but the fucking travel agency lied to me about the hotel reservation (which was not supposed to charge to my credit card until three days before my arrival, because I was supposed to be able to cancel up to that point with no penalty and after that point by paying for one night's stay), and now the hotel's charged me for one night already and tells me that I have to pay the whole thing, whether or not I show up.
So I have a choice:
Pay $650 I can't really afford to sit at home and think about the fact that I could be in New Orleans, having a blast.
Pay $1200 I can't really afford to actually go to New Orleans and have a blast, and worry about the money later.
Hmmm. I think it all hinges on a couple of phone calls tomorrow, but I'm kind of leaning toward to actually enjoying my tremendous misspending of money. (And I will never trust an unknown travel agency again. Never. Bastards.)
I don't know that I'm going to have Stop, Rewind, (re)Play done by tomorrow. Most people are going to be like, "What? Who the fuck cares?" but I promised
libitina that I'd get it done for her birthday and I'm not so sure anymore. Fifty lashes with a wet...Elijah? No, I didn't think I'd get off that easy. Mea culpa. I'm working on it, but I'm a little stressed right now and I'm going to go outside for a calming cigarette as soon as I'm done with this entry.Next, New Orleans:
When last we left our intrepid heroine, she had discovered that she could not, in fact, afford to go to Mardi Gras for the sole purpose of
Well, I still can't afford to go, but the fucking travel agency lied to me about the hotel reservation (which was not supposed to charge to my credit card until three days before my arrival, because I was supposed to be able to cancel up to that point with no penalty and after that point by paying for one night's stay), and now the hotel's charged me for one night already and tells me that I have to pay the whole thing, whether or not I show up.
So I have a choice:
Pay $650 I can't really afford to sit at home and think about the fact that I could be in New Orleans, having a blast.
Pay $1200 I can't really afford to actually go to New Orleans and have a blast, and worry about the money later.
Hmmm. I think it all hinges on a couple of phone calls tomorrow, but I'm kind of leaning toward to actually enjoying my tremendous misspending of money. (And I will never trust an unknown travel agency again. Never. Bastards.)