Heya

It’s been a while….

40+ pages of fic written. Not the fic I should be writing, but a new one. But I believe that it will assist in completing previous WIPs… such is the nature of a series. I have a habit of starting new fic to help me work through blocks, which is both good and bad - if I ever had a hope of completing the series to my satisfaction each new fic means I’m that much farther from ever finishing.

NO ONE is wanting interns. This is a bad thing. I will now be reduced to interning for free and having a side job, which is what burnt me out in the first place…. I plan to stick it out for a couple more months at least, in hopes of finding paid work locally. I really really really do not want to pack everything up and move, really, and I want to do it even less while it’s in triple digit temps here.

I have two saved drafts of posts, one of them over a week old. You would think I had no time, but it’s just the fic that ate my brain, taking over. And going out yesterday to see a movie, and lunch, and going to a friend’s house and watching all the illegal fireworks go off. The cops kept going on the tv news, threatening a major crackdown on those, claiming they had a task force specially for catching folks with their rockets, but I sure didn’t see anyone and I was in a really active neighborhood. There were no less than six houses within a block of friend’s house shooting off rockets for hours. Apparently there is someone local who runs fireworks up from Mexico and makes a living selling them — I can believe it. There were some mighty purty sparkly things going off.