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icarusI really like this Merlin fic I'm writing for the Help Haiti lightning round. I keep rereading the first section from Uther's POV and grinning. I need to stop reading it an move on to the next part.
Yep.
I read, and reread my first scene of my story, delighting in it instead of writing the rest like I was supposed to.
Not exactly writing the Lightning Round fics at lightning speed. Part of that's due to limited computer time and new work schedule, too. I desperately need the extra work hours, but I realized this week I've only had one day off a week.
So much going on, from the car search (seriously, Maryland has a 6% excise tax on auto purchases - shit), to working around two people's schedules, to the stuff with WG, to school applications, to the work search, to the bloody problems with the bank (don't ask).
God, so nice to have Sunday off though. Milked it for all it was worth. Stayed up half of Saturday night watching Twilight (why do people hate Twilight again? I was just like this as a teenager. Wished that I had magical power over the male half of the species, which seemed both powerful, fascinating, and distant). Now staying up most of Sunday night. I'll get a two-day weekend out of this if I have to stay up to do it. :D
I'm doing research on cars, looking at what's out there.
Stumbled across this by accident, not in my price range. But I'm in lust.
Pity I don't have five grand, huh? *drools*
Okay. I'm against cars. They're environment-destroying expenses that wreak havoc on our bodies (lack of normal walking), and our culture (hello, chain stores vs. neighborhood shops). Cars + commuting + rush hour = practically living in the car = an hour to two hours lost each day, driving, plus the recovery time which equals 10 minutes for every half hour you spent driving. I had a 45-minute drive to work every day for ten years. Wouldn't go back for anything. It's one reason I moved to Seattle.
I don't want to be forced to buy a car, coming now from a city where I could live seven minutes by bus (three possible buses) from downtown Seattle. I look around at Germantown, Maryland, and I can see the results of planning a life around a car: noisy three-lane streets, haphazard treeless tracts of cookie cutter strip malls with parking lots street-side and a miserable sidewalk sandwiched between. It's as hard on the eyes as it is on the environment.
But. If I must have a car, I'll take that one, thank you. It oozes sex.
Which I imagine is why we have so many cars.
Yep.
I read, and reread my first scene of my story, delighting in it instead of writing the rest like I was supposed to.
Not exactly writing the Lightning Round fics at lightning speed. Part of that's due to limited computer time and new work schedule, too. I desperately need the extra work hours, but I realized this week I've only had one day off a week.
So much going on, from the car search (seriously, Maryland has a 6% excise tax on auto purchases - shit), to working around two people's schedules, to the stuff with WG, to school applications, to the work search, to the bloody problems with the bank (don't ask).
God, so nice to have Sunday off though. Milked it for all it was worth. Stayed up half of Saturday night watching Twilight (why do people hate Twilight again? I was just like this as a teenager. Wished that I had magical power over the male half of the species, which seemed both powerful, fascinating, and distant). Now staying up most of Sunday night. I'll get a two-day weekend out of this if I have to stay up to do it. :D
I'm doing research on cars, looking at what's out there.
Stumbled across this by accident, not in my price range. But I'm in lust.
Pity I don't have five grand, huh? *drools*
Okay. I'm against cars. They're environment-destroying expenses that wreak havoc on our bodies (lack of normal walking), and our culture (hello, chain stores vs. neighborhood shops). Cars + commuting + rush hour = practically living in the car = an hour to two hours lost each day, driving, plus the recovery time which equals 10 minutes for every half hour you spent driving. I had a 45-minute drive to work every day for ten years. Wouldn't go back for anything. It's one reason I moved to Seattle.
I don't want to be forced to buy a car, coming now from a city where I could live seven minutes by bus (three possible buses) from downtown Seattle. I look around at Germantown, Maryland, and I can see the results of planning a life around a car: noisy three-lane streets, haphazard treeless tracts of cookie cutter strip malls with parking lots street-side and a miserable sidewalk sandwiched between. It's as hard on the eyes as it is on the environment.
But. If I must have a car, I'll take that one, thank you. It oozes sex.
Which I imagine is why we have so many cars.
