naodrith

1. Write chapter five of the second draft of That Story the Legion is Beta-ing. Bad Thing that will happen if this does not get done: I shall be attacked and mercilessly tickled.

2. Write chapter whateverchapteritis of "Fallen." Bad Thing: I won't get any pretty reviews.

3. Write chapter two of "Copper and Bloodstone." Bad Thing: I might lose my beta if I don't do something soon.

4. Print chapter whateveritis of "Shadows of Light." Then write the next chapter. Bad Thing: Elizabeth might lose interest in Seth. (Improbable, but not impossible.)

5. Finish re-reading "The Play's the Thing" and read the new chapter. Bad Thing: It is the only HP fanfic I'm reading just now. If I don't do it soon, Stargate will truly own my soul, and that would be Bad. Why? I'm not sure. But I think it would be.

6. Search for new desktop background, preferably a collage of Johnny Depp in all his hotness. Bad Thing: Well, nothing really, 'cause Jack Sparrow is my wallpaper now. But a collage would be a Good Thing, and that sort of counts.

7. Read my library books. Bad Thing: They will be overdue, and that would be very bad indeed, for I am broke. Well, not really, but I have no money that I am comfortable parting with.

8. Convince Daddy to buy me the Desperado/Once Upon a Time in Mexico DVD set. Bad Thing: Well, how else am I supposed to watch them?

9. Finish the first chapter of the Angels story. Bad Thing: It wouldn't get finished, ever.

10. Rewrite That Mystery/Fantasy Story. Bad Thing: It also wouldn't get finished.

11. Ask Pyrae if she has my Indigo Girls CD. If she does, get it back. If she doesn't, tear the house apart looking for it. Bad Thing That Will Happen If This Doesn't Get Done: Sting has been my sole source of music for several days and is slowly driving me into depression. Need Indigo Girls for different sort of depression. Or possibly should find Clay Aiken CD and bask in the glow of good, wholesome, ordinary love songs.

12. Post on Digiversion. Really. Do it. Do it NOW. Bad Thing: Well, nothing really. But I miss Kitai and Co. Should write story about them. No. NO. STOP TAKING OVER MY MIND, MUSES.

13. Identify Muses. Write amusing-only-to-self fic about them. Then destroy them. Bad Thing: Too many stories. TOO MANY. MAKE IT STOP.

14. Write Digimon fic for

ladyjaida's challenge-thingy. If it proves to be impossible, don't fret. Really. Bad Thing: Nothing really.

15. Steal money from someone. Buy Stargate SG-1 Season One. Watch. Bad Thing: None, it's just that I waaaaaant it.

Okay, okay. Done with that. No, really.

So I did, in fact, watch Don Juan DeMarco last night, and Johnny Depp is beautiful and excellent, and I had forgotten how funny that movie is. Pyrae, you are going to watch it. The last two movies I recommended were good, right? So trust me on this.

Oh, dear. It's only Wednesday. I shall go mad if school doesn't let out for the summer soon.

Clothing classmates unimpressed by excerpts from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Hannah-chan and

lyra_vega_05 laughed. I laughed far, far too much at Arthur and Agrajag. It's a miracle Mr. Herzog didn't notice anything.

Oh, dear God. Reading "Plot Bunnies" thread at FicAlley, just found this.

"F*** you!"
"It'd probably improve your mood!"
"Are you volunteering?"
"...Okay, getting weird!"

That is sooooo Zacharias and Joseph. So them. Pyrae, write that fic for me. Alternately, give me something. Even a comment will do.

Where aaaaare yoooou, Pyyyyyraeeeee?

Oh, no. That was supposed to be a quote from Deeds of the Disturber but it reminded me of the Hornblower summaries and oh God oh God Archie and Wellard and *dissolves in tears*

In the absence of anything else to say, here is Hannah-chan's birthday ficlet. It is hopelessly belated even though I wrote it a month before her birthday. Go figure. This is an addition to the first draft of my original story.

"Elysia"

And do you run now in Elysian fields
Where darkness and pain have burned away?
And embraced by angels do you laugh
While underneath ethereal skies you play?

After the wedding, Joseph trudged back to the tree. The sun was setting, casting its deep amber glow on the lake, and it was hard to see the figure under the tree - only the glint on brown eyes and such fine, pale hair.

They stood for a moment, staring out over the water, which rippled in the quiet breeze.

"Was it a nice wedding?" the blond asked softly.

"It was great," Joseph replied, not looking at his companion. "They're all in there still, laughing and talking."

Hesitation, then: "Do they remember?"

"Lasa does. I gave her the letter."

"That bloody letter." The blond sighed. "I should never have learned to write letters like that. I'm too good at breaking hearts."

"You didn't break my heart," Joseph said helpfully.

"No, I didn't, did I?"

Joseph glanced over at his friend. There was still something haunting in those hazel eyes, and occasionally Joseph would remember that the blond had lost everyone he loved in a single day. It was at those times that Joseph suggested things like this - coming out here for the wedding, for example.

"But you're happy," Joseph offered timidly. "No one's tried to kill you since - November..."

Six and a half months, and they both still flinched at the memory.

They heard voices, so very soft, and turned to look. The door of the house opened, and two people exited, talking and laughing quietly. They went around the other side of the house, toward the racquetball courts.

"She still have the ring you gave her?" the blond asked.

"Yeah, I think so."

"I can't believe you gave it to her. That thing cost me a fortune. More than the one-shot, and that's saying something."

Joseph cringed. The one-shot crossbow. "Let's not talk about that."

"We could use the money, you know. Get it back. We'll sell it."

"We're making a profit."

"Not enough of one. Honestly." The blond laughed softly and reached out to poke Joseph in the shoulder. "Don't you read the reports I give you every week?"

"No. I'm not the manager."

"Yes, you are."

"I'm a cook, not the - "

"You're the bloody manager. Deal with it."

They had some version of this conversation almost daily. Any tension vanished, and now they were both smiling.

The blond tilted his head toward the house. "Is she over me yet?"

"Almost, I think. She's eighteen. You don't find your soulmate when you're eighteen."

"Erion did," the blond murmured. "He met Clementine when he was seventeen, and they're married now. She's only sixteen."

"They're different. They're in love, not in lust."

A long silence. Then Joseph added, timidly, "Are you over her yet, though?"

The blond flashed a smirk at his friend. "I was never under her to begin with."

It took a moment for this to register; then Joseph gasped and smacked the blond in the arm. "That was low!"

"It was merely a comment. Get your mind out of the gutter."

The last flames of sunset touched the sky, and then the sun was gone and they were plunged into a darkness without any light but that of the half-moon. Once, that darkness had mirrored the condition of their souls. Not any longer.

"I have to get back to town," the blond said finally. "Come find me when you're ready to go home. By 'ready' I mean you'd better be there by noon tomorrow, because we can't leave the business for much longer."

"If you would get a bloody car..."

"I don't want a car. I drove a car exactly twice. I crashed. I almost died. I am never driving again. Why don't you get a car?"

"I don't have a license."

"Get one, then."

"I don't have time for Driver's Education," Joseph said primly. "See you tomorrow, then."

"Tell Erion I said congratulations. Except, of course, don't let him know I said it."

Joseph shook his head. Faking Zacharias's death had to be the most complicated thing they'd ever done. "Yeah. Okay."

The blond vanished into the darkness, and after a moment, Joseph headed back to his friends and the party - back into a world of light and sound and pure, incorruptible joy.

This has been a long post.

*waves to friends list* Sorry for the spammage.

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Date: 2004-05-05 02:40 pm (UTC)

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In regards to 5 on the list: I read that one too. Was surprised to find I still have a Hr/D story in my favorites. Next chapter was good, though. I have a few recs if you want them, also.

In regards to 11 on the list: I don't have it. You played it when I was over once and that was it. I do have your Chicago, Moulin Rouge, and Switchfoot CDs, though. If you need them back let me know so I can save them.

In regards to 15 on the list: I've seen more episodes than you. Mwahaha.

In regards to Don Juan DeMarco: sure.

In regards to ficlet and the excerpt: Wah, you've screwed up what I've already written. I can work in the dialogue or at least the first three lines, but I forgot they were running a restaurant. And I'm not changing it. So it's officially AU now. Hah. Also I will set a deadline and say that it'll be done by...um...my dad's birthday, which is the 20th. Is that okay? I write slowly. Sowwy.

Date: 2004-05-05 02:46 pm (UTC)

naodrith.livejournal.com

I have a few recs if you want them, also.

Pleeease.

In regards to Don Juan DeMarco: sure.

Yay. You busy tomorrow afternoon? Or right now, for that matter?

Well, it would have been AU anyway, if it's any consolation to you. The first draft is pretty much dead in the water, if that's the proper saying.

Date: 2004-05-05 03:00 pm (UTC)

Will email during a commercial.

Tomorrow, yes. Right now, yes.

Not sure that's the correct phrase, but I know what you mean. Of course it'd have been AU, but now it's further AU, because really all I've taken is the idea of the two running off to Alaska to open some kind of thing.
If you happen to run across a list of Eskimo names, please forward them on.

Date: 2004-05-05 03:07 pm (UTC)

*sigh*

Date: 2004-05-05 03:10 pm (UTC)

Stargate is on.

Date: 2004-05-05 03:27 pm (UTC)

Oh. Is it a good episode?

Date: 2004-05-05 03:38 pm (UTC)

I feel sorry for Daniel. Someone was bound to get loads of ancient knowledge downloaded into his brain, and it had to be the captain of course who does not have nearly the level of interest in it that Daniel has. Of course if it had been him he wouldn't have been able to communicate, but. Hmph.