Wallpaper frenzy

I've been struck by the wallpaper bunny, with three done so far.

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Apparently I'm going through a blue phase. S'probably all the water surrounding Atlantis, kinda makes you gravitate in that direction.

I will probably make more later. I'm in an odd mood. Spending the last six days looking after two sick kids, a sick hubby and three little brats has left me completely exhausted. Like physically, mentally and emotionally wrecked.

And in this state of mind, I'm writing more of the angst-ridden McKay fic. I've fallen for it now. So now the first half (or whatever) has been beta'ed (yay!), I'm going over and filling the teeny gaps I'd left through... well, a lack of desire to put myself into the damn thing. I know full well I chickened out over what should be a very emotional scene by changing the POV. Helen is Bad. Helen is also a coward and doesn't want to get any more emotionally attached to this bloody thing than she already is, thank you very much.

The muse, however, has other ideas and I know it's going to get written as it should do.

It's just... gah. The only thing that is going to keep me going to no-one is going to figure out.... *snorts a laugh*

Hell, they say to write what you know. Or did everyone think The Acid Test was just researched? Yes? Ha. If only. Actually yes Carson should keep him a... um, dunno what the American equivilant of an Epipen is, but yeah whatever it is, he should have one. She says. Because mine is... um... somewhere. *looks blank*

Obviously McKay cares as much as I do. Which is bugger all. *shrugs*

And finally

And I'm off! Ladies and germs I have, rather unbelievably, begun to post Teh Angst Fic. Hurrah!

Or something like that.

It happens to be in this direction

Um. Yes. Go read, take tissues. It's not that bad unless you're particularly sappy.

ie: me.

I still wish to spork Robert Cooper. Because I still need to write the scene on Atlantis that is giving me major wobblies at the mere thought. Hmm. I'll shut up now.