Swings and roundabouts

I gave up on chapter 4 of Long December because it's a filler chapter and meh.

So I skip to chapter 5 in which we are back in Atlantis. W00t. Well, sort of. Everything was fine and dandy until I got to Rodney and Elizabeth's Big Scene. And ground spectacularly to a halt.

I knew this fic was a Bad Idea.

I've done it. Of sorts. Bare bones, it needs fleshing out, but when every single word is like typing with your fingertips cut off? God but it hurt. *sighs*

So of course my immediate response is to follow Extreme Angst with fluffy fluff. Cotton candy fluff. Sticky and sweet and boy does that sound wrong!

No, I will not write smut. Well maybe, but it'll be a separate fic. If I have smut, it'll wreck what I strove to achieve. See above.

I'm pleased with the argument bit of it; it flows right, it sounds like them... it's just the bit before. Again. It's fine in my head, but it sounds really crappy typed out. I suspect because I'm holding back.

Again.

I refuse to bow to idiotic writers and their damned throw-away lines ever again. Martin Gero is going to trounce the damn thing anyway so really I don't care? No, I do.

Damn. Why do I have a thing for blue eyes? It'll be the death of me.

Website

Well I've been busy all day and I've finally got it looking how I want it to.

door2heaven

I've put up all my SGA 'papers so far, and much of my fanfiction. I'll be adding the DW stuff next and the SG1 stuff if I can find it, lol.

I'm feeling quite pleased with my little self now.

GIP!

I have a new default icon, thanks to staceyuk.

I'm fangirling McKay.

Again.