Okay, Cpanel is being weird, so I got it to upload okay, but no in-page links are available.

The Yard Part I: Scorched Earth; 56,367 words.

Author Notes: rivkat is mostly responsible for any possible readability. She did some amazing work asking questions that I needed to answer and pointing out mistakes I needed to fix. All remaining errors are my own. And thanks to svmadelyn, who always has time to listen to me whine about it and mumble over it and pretty much remind me not to drive myself crazy.

This story breaks with canon from Precipice, Season Two. There are some somewhat significant differences from the original posted in my LJ, as well as a lot of length, but no real changes in original plotline, so if you want to skip to the new stuff, it shouldn't be impossible to follow.

Thsi is a WiP, in that while this is the final version of Part I, more or less, Part II is still--percolating. Like coffee. Kind of.

Quick apology to those who commented in my LJ when I posted the snippet--I started work on finishing the final editing, so I didn't get a chance to finish answering comments.

Art on page courtesy of slodwick. meret also made me a gorgeous cover, but I'm waiting for cpanel to come back online to put it up. Web-based FTP takes *forever*. Thanks to you both for your amazing work.

All critique is accepted gratefully. And I hope that you enjoy the story.

Also? I really, *really* need to practice past tense more. That was *hard*.

I'm giving it three more days. I'm so bored with myself it's ridiculous. And it's not even dramatic moodiness. It's boring moodiness.

Head clearing in progress. Snippet. Courtesy of suggestions by theantimodel and svmadelyn.

( now and then )

Jsut for anyone interested, my story for sv_undercover. *g* It was--weird. rageprufrock said dancing, and, well.

*squints* It seemed like a fun idea at the time. And you know, my playlist IS QaF, so really, it seemed right.

Anyway. *hugs* to everyone who participated in sv_undercover as reader or guesser or writer. There were some great stories there. If you haven't yet, go check it out.

( ever after )

Hmm. A few updates.

Slipping in Between, remix of rivkat's Golden Rule.

Looking-Glass, completed Clexbrothers AU fic. I have no idea why I had each of these in separate documents. That was just strange.

and this one.

( take you there, sv, clark/lex (1/2) )

Yeahh.

I should have thrown this up on WiP Amnesty Day, except it's only, like, three or four sections short of being done, and that just bothers me in every way.

Anyway, raijahn asked me about it, and I rememebered it still counted as active. One day, I'll hunt them all up and put them together in an html doc. That was supposed to be my reward for finishing it. I think the last time I posted a part was in September, which is really depressing.

*sighs*

Anyway, earlier parts can be found in here, because I've been trying to organize my memories a little. Five is deliberately missing because I don't think I ever posted it, as it wasn't finished, and because it was Jonathan/Nell, and their storyline gave me trouble, since they bored me a lot.

Anyway.

( on the day that he's suspended )

Bethy isn't here. It's depressing.

*****
( smallville snippeting )

Who knew the most stressing part of my day would be choosing a camp for Child?

Dear God. There are so *many*. And I--and by that, I mean, Child--want to attend them all. I wish for adult camps now. I'd like a day of swimming, horseback riding, crafts, and antics galore.

Dammit. Someone should invent this. Though the fees are somewhat unreal in some cases. I'm curious if they feed the children off of platinum plates with lobster dinners or something. Or maybe it's the fact this is one of those ten billion things I know absolutely nothing about. The coolest camps so far are the ones sponsored by the Children's Museum, but damned if I can figure out a way to get him downtown still make it to work. God knows, mandatory overtime alone is going to cause some problems.

*sighs* Stupid interesting camps.

Child is collecting various icky wildlife and scaring me badly. There are *so many ways* that I can detail why a snail in the house creeps me out, especially one that unexpectedly sticks to surfaces my face is close to, and I didn't see until I was almost eye to eye with the little bastard.

Child has been mimicking my scream for about an hour now. And snails defecate while clinging to the top of their clear plastic habitats. I may never be able to eat again.

The Living Rock Hermit crabs don't scare me. Possibly because I spend a lot of time not wondering where the escaped one got to.

I'm absolutely charmed by WiP Amnesty Day, to the point of active joy. All the pretty snippets! Nothing pleases me more than watching Pru panic over AIM. And I love her very, very much. So this was twice as much fun.

One more guilt free bit of WiPness. I have no idea if anyone even remembers this one, it's so old. But here we go.

The first two parts are here and here. For the curious, this story is the shining, single reason I no longer allow myself to write linear. It always, always goes bad.

( something like forgetting, the snippets of doom )

For slodwick's "A Picture Is Worth a Thousand Words" Challenge. I'm kind of impressed I made the deadline. Make that *really* impressed that I made the deadline.

The html version is here, Stuck in the Middle (With You)

( stuck in the middle )

I thought I'd be doing this chronologically, but I got four pages of commentary out of three pages of story during the first two drafts. You see where this could have gone. I would be writing this for decades. So this is a ramble, sometimes chronologically, sometimes not.

In any case, it's really long, and I feel really weird about that--I mean, really, *really* weird about that, but on the other hand, it was a really long story. I hope this is the right way to go about this.

Sleep While I Drive by jenn, Smallville, Clark/Lex

( sleep while i drive )