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Friday weather report: Sitting in my little flat, the rain has tapered off. Tornado warnings didn't phase the kitty boys who purred next to me, their eyes half-lidded.

I have things arranged so that I look at the tidiest, most well-decorated corner of the room. A brass music stand. A prim table with lace tablecloth I crocheted myself holding a glass vase with pampas grass plumes. Very pretty. I can ignore the half-finished projects scattered around the rest of the room.

Kiddie report: I had one student make tremendous progress this week. So proud of him. Last Saturday, after a year of public school World History classes, he couldn't even tell me about the river valley civilizations. By last night, he could recap all of world history. Was it enough to pass the test?

His parents want a guarantee. My boss wants a guarantee. He has the general picture, yes. But it's a tough test. Does he know enough detail? I can only say that he's done well, but a week isn't much time to learn the entire history of the world. My boss doesn't like that answer. :/ She's afraid his unrealistic parents (who don't seem to understand he's not in a good school district) will yell at her if they don't get their good score. What he needed most was time management, which was something they can help him with.

And now, fandom report: Ta-da!

I'm pleased to announce that Colls has posted her podfic of...

Title: Collisions podfic! (story here)
Fandom: SGA/SPN crossover
Pairing: Gen, with obligatory slashiness
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Did you know it takes 12,000 words to make a 1,000 word ficlet make sense to two fandoms? Thank you to Rabidfan, Skinscript, Amalthia, Mecurtin, and Wordwitch, who put it through the wringer until it worked for both SGA and SPN fans. Written for the Help Haiti fundraiser and soooooo late. Story sponsored by Somnolentblue who made a donation in exchange for said "ficlet."
Summary: The engine gunned and they caught up, moving alongside the red car long enough for Sam to catch a glimpse of a guy in a bomber jacket and Aviator glasses, his generous mouth in a hard line – until the guy smirked, and cut Dean off at the next turn.

Also, I've posted a new SGA ficlet:

Title: The Scientific Method
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: Rodney/Radek
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Thank you to Rabidfan, IvoryGates, and Sian for the beta help. By way of explanation. I missed the SGA Smooch deadline, and I'm too impatient to wait for a whole week to post. I've starved you guys long enough.
Summary: "Don't do the clock! I hate it when you do the clock!"

I am low energy right now and miss fandom, want to play.

Time to find some fic. One-shots, no time for novels till my own's done.

Read anything good lately?

It works! The crossover works!

Stargate Atlantis people are into it, can make sense of the Supernatural setting and like Sam and Dean. The Supernatural people call it a fun romp.

*hugs my betas* Thank you, guys.

That SGA/SPN ficlet is finally done. At 11,000 words.

Done, done, done.

Now. What do I call it...?

It turns out SPN is dominating my SGA/SPN crossover.

Drat. I was trying to make the SPN accessible to the SGA audience.

But Skinscript has useful suggestions to work SGA back into the mix. Sigh. 1,000-word Help Haiti ficlet now approaching 10,000 words....

In the meantime while I scratch my head, I'm writing my outline of the Pern/SGA fusion to Mad Maudlin in chat (while she chews over her Star Trek/SGA fusion).

Wait. Wasn't there a time I hated crossovers? I'm sure I did a post or comment where I called them "a pointless muddying of canon." Said the same about AUs.

What happens to us in fandom that makes our tastes more catholic?

Is it that we come to fanfic looking for more of what we wanted from the book/show/comic/whatever and then discover fandom offers more? Do we become increasingly adventurous as writers and can't resist the challenge of revisualizing canon? Or is it our friends' fault, and the fault of challenges, as we're asked for stories we'd never seek out? Or perhaps we read that one crossover that does it so well, we want to try it.

I blame SGA. The fandom has been so wacky from the get-go that I'm writing (and reading) oddball plots I'd never considered in HP or (heavens) Lord of the Rings (that Harry Potter/James Bond fusion excepted).

Hmmn. Well, my betas liked the exposition that I was afraid was too exposition-y. All agreed with me that my hurried ending was hurried.

Waiting for one other beta, whose judgment I trust implicitly (and who helped me a great deal with Out Of Bounds. But clearly I need to work the demons in sooner and re-write the ending.

Somnombulentblue, it's moving forward. And, er, over 9,000 words.

It was too much story to tell in 1,000 words! The penultimate demon battle alone was 1,000 words.

I had a chocolate bar, but I eated it. *kitty grin*

Took mom to Stars On Ice Thursday to see (eeee!) Evan Lysacek! She giggled and whispered comments through the whole show.

Now I have to get her to Skate America.

I now add my voice to the chorus that Michael Shanks is a fine actor. After ten years of watching him on SG-1 I didn't recognize him on Supernatural the other night. All I saw was the role. Wow.

Now back to the final scene of my SGA/SPN crossover. John Sheppard's checking out the carnage after a demon fight.

Good news: borrowed laptop from gblvr (yay! Thank you! It works.)

Bad news: have to call Verizon to find out why my WEPKEY isn't working. Huh. Tis a puzzlement.

Added new scene to SGA/SPN crossover. Dean with a water pistol is a menace.

The final action scene now has more Rodney.

One beta says: way to leave me at a cliffhanger, Icarus. Plz send rest of story.

The other beta says: uh, where are we, exactly? Plz to be adding well-researched setting.

Drat. I need more online time to do that. Which leads us ... back to Verizon.

Everyone, place your bets. How many hours will Icarus spend waiting on hold?

And now, the finale!

As much as I enjoyed watching Dean have his ass handed to him by Sheppard (when technically both Sam and Dean were guilty, but that's what happens when you're the oldest)....

... I still wonder if Sheppard would stick up for Dean later on. My instincts say yes, he would. The guy who irritates you is the one you recognize. But I eagerly await my beta's thoughts.

I should stop worrying and write the final scene, no? I mean, John thinks Dean just killed two of his men.

Came home tonight, expecting to write, and found mom's roommate on the computer. She had a workshop brochure to design. Hour by hour my writing time slipped away, while I watched killer-dull TV. She finally went to bed at 1am.

Reality hit home.

I have computer time only as a charity from mom and her roommate. I have no control over when that computer is available, or for how long on any given day.

I've now contacted all of my writing obligations to ask for extensions.