i could use more sleep

It's not that I hate my job because it is currently repetitive and boring, though that would be enough--I hate it because it is taking important fic reading and journaling time.

Also, transtempts, amireal, and I are apparently engaged in competitive writing? I don't know. We spend a lot of time posting to each other's AIM window and wondering vaguely if our fics will ever end (the answer is no). It's--well, very us, I suppose.

I'm also still gazing at the reboot fic I posted last week in a state of shock. Good shock! But still.

I also found a puppy I want to adopt, which is random, but there was this--have you ever been say, looking at pictures of dogs at an animal shelter and then stopped and realized that is yoru dog? Well, my dad's dog--part of my motive was that his dog Luke needs companionship, I think, and I've been casually reading up on what dogs work well with German shepherds and I was looking at older, quiet dogs that wouldn't mind being Luke's dom, because God knows he wants someone canine to tell him what to do, and then there are these--I don't even think they are objectively cute, but there you go. I had the page open pretty much all day to go look at them; every time I closed it, I'd go back and open it again. I'm still debating. As in, I want so much, but she is, in fact, a puppy, though already spayed, and that will mean I need to enroll in puppy classes with her. I know myself. I will need a classroom. Puppies are cute. I roll over for them and that will do none of us any good.

There are so many practical considerations, but I'm weirded out how very badly I want this dog. And I am not actually a dog person. Or really--wanting to go through pet ownership again.

I don't know.

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[transtempts.livejournal.com]

I have no Tequila.. in fact I don't have liquor. This is distressing.

*nods* Noted, no pron and Tequila.

I am writing about political maneuvering while Jim eats a salad. *facepalms*

I offer sympathy. These two characters haven't even had any physical contact or yelled, which might LEAD to physical contact.

[amireal.livejournal.com]

Oh god, *consoles you*, fix that soon. Or your sickness will spread.

Some day, they'll find Bobby, and that's gonna be at least 5k of "What? Wait? *holy water splash* No, really? What? *silver knife!*"

Also, in there somewhere, you know, the apocalypse. I should mention that. They are busy though!

*eyes internal outline* *criez some more*

[transtempts.livejournal.com]

I have these scattered notes that are absolutely nonsensical and somehow equal 5 pages of politics and potential backstabbing, and people looking at one another and searching for opportunities for trust?

*whimpers*

And I keep looking up Vulcan and Romulan culture.

[amireal.livejournal.com]

I have one line reminders at the end of the written pages. They often equal long excruciating details about MOTELS. And now I have to googlemap routes to South Dakota. And Bus routes. And then there's the SPN wiki. I AM AFRAID OF THE WIKI.

*compares scars*

Later, there's a scene in WalMart.

[transtempts.livejournal.com]

I am talking about pacts of non aggression, and the Fleet is being extremely narrow minded, as is Vulcan High Council, and all of this leads to the characters being at odds, if only they could find some common ground: *plot happens*

Somehow this includes a fight scene in the corridors of a space station.

[amireal.livejournal.com]

A haunted WalMart.

Also, you know, Celestial politics, blah blah blah, revolution, etc, blasphemy, reinterpretation of revelations and stuff.

And special guest star Lucifer. (I think, I'm afraid to think that far ahead.)

Happy fun times!

[transtempts.livejournal.com]

Mike Carey Lucifer? He is the best.

The Romulan commander was not in my original notes, nor was a secret Vulcan organization that is apparently taking over stuff?!

Fun, fun, indeed.

[amireal.livejournal.com]

Often I mutter "It wasn't in the notes!" and then a tiny evil voice laughs at me from the ether.

I've already had to talk myself down from COMPLETELY UNNECESSARY AND PLOT CHANGING PORN. Because dude, that was not the story I was wanting to tell. Also, it was kind of ew.

I wonder if I can take bets on the word count mark I'll hit before there will be cow eyes made?

[transtempts.livejournal.com]

I too have heard that voice, and it has FRIENDS.

Oh yeah. Mine might have porn? I can't tell. There is a lot of LONGING, and it seems to be headed...somewhere? At the very least there might be significant skin on skin contact. Hands being a Vulcan erogenous zone...

You could take bets...

[amireal.livejournal.com]

Yes, its friends are loud and obnoxious too. "One little plot point won't hurt anyone!"

...7800 words later you wake up from a drugged haze and wonder what the hell happened?

I know there's going to be a hug! Maybe two! According to slash rule #24, they're basically fucking! (Even if one of those hugs is between brothers. Er. Damnit.)

[transtempts.livejournal.com]

And then you find out the story has taken your shirt AND your socks, AND your sanity.

Yeah, I know, and sharing food is very intimate, so there is progress being made there. PROGRESS I TELL YOU.

[amireal.livejournal.com]

The other half of my ship has only been mentioned once. In passing. In sarcastic passing.

Oh fic, why you gotta hate so hard?

This time I woke up missing my bra. *suspicious*

At some point in the next few scenes, they will probably mention him again! And maybe his friend! I BELIEVE IN UNICORNS!

[transtempts.livejournal.com]

I couldn't find my socks when I woke up.

Fic hates us SO MUCH.

I BELIEVE IN UNICORNS TOO. And, FLYING HORSES.

*glances outside*

Is that the Loch Ness Monster I see in the bay?

[amireal.livejournal.com]

...oh my god I just committed a manly choked up brotherly hug. Kill me.

*peers outside* I think I have bigfoot.

NEXT, THEY SIT ON A BUS FOR SEVERAL HOURS. WOO. (I adore that we are both writing about variations on James, yet in two completely different universes.)

[transtempts.livejournal.com]

Jim finished the damn salad and now they are TALKING. TALKING ABOUT STUFF.

*whimpers*

I am being stalked by Nessie. My life, how is it this?

I think that is AWESOME. Variations on James.

[amireal.livejournal.com]

My cat keeps trying to interrupt me with pettings time. I feel he knows the end is nigh. Also, mundane shower, 12:00!

Next, THEY LOOK AT MAPS. AND THEN MAYBE WATCH SOME TV. OH MY GOD SAVE MY STORY FROM THE MUNDANE. THERE SHOULD BE EXCITING PLOT. REALLY. I SWEAR. ACTION AT SOME POINT.

[transtempts.livejournal.com]

Hee!

If I can get them beyond talking perhaps they can, ACT. I swear it's coming.