True to my word, I did indeed stay up for the greater part of last night to finish the last three chapters of this thing. Trouble was that I wrote them backwards, so I couldn't post anything until they were all finished. Which is just as well, because for as much as I'm freaking out over the end of this thing, it's just better this way. Anyway, ( Read more... )

Okay, so I'm totally shirking my responsibilities to do this. But it couldn't be helped, I had to write it down before I lost the whole thing. So here's the next part, and just so everyone knows, I'm not purposely trying to drag this out. Believe me, there's nothing I'd like more than to end my pain as quickly as possible holiday festivities are ( Read more... )

My tooth hurts. Yes, that same one I had all that work done on last year. Fucking thing. I think it's infected, actually, which kind of sucks. It's making me kind of feverish and airheaded, at any rate, because I took a wrong turn out of the mechanic's today and didn't notice for almost three miles. But at least I have dental insurance, ( Read more... )

I cannot sleep. This is bad because I have to be up in...five and a half hours. But since I'm up anyway and I had this part mostly written, I'm making good use of my insomnia by posting another part of the case fic. I could be coding the icon section I said I was going to add to the Nick/Greg archive this weekend, but I'm not. I'll get to it ( Read more... )

Utility chapters are the bane of my existence. But I'm closer to finished than I was before, and that's always a good thing.

( In which Nick doesn't want to believe what the evidence is telling him. )

I think I'm still looking at fifteen parts. I'm not entirely sure anymore, as the case keeps changing on me. So far I'm sticking to the outline, though, which is a minor miracle. This part is kind of boring, I'm afraid, which is why I generally don't write case fic. The details always seem so dull to me ( Read more... )

For the handful of you who give a damn about my personal life, the mechanic called to say my timing belt snapped (hence the popping sound, apparently). They're not sure yet how much damage it's done to my engine or how much it's going to cost to repair it, but as I can't really afford a car payment until I finish with grad school, there's not much ( Read more... )

I don't know why I do these things to myself. I'm trying to spare you all from my panic attacks, but I cannot stop thinking about this story, measuring all the details, freaking out over Greg's characterization (which is par for the course with every CSI fic I've ever written and God knows I've written enough of them to be comfortable by now so ( Read more... )

I figured after yesterday's writing marathon that I would be essentially useless on the fic front today. But it's still blizzarding outside (it was 80 on Friday! 80!) and as I have no real desire to go out and freeze my ass off when it's supposed to be Spring, I put my time to good use writing Nick and Greg's field trip to the club ( Read more... )

At the Hour of Death 4/15. Nick/Greg. And we're back to PG.

( In which Nick's got everything under control. Really. )