Yeah, that writer's block is toast, my friend.
Well hello there, lovelies.
This week has actually been kind of nuts.Early on (was it Monday? Tuesday? something like that) I dropped my laptop on my toe. Today is the first day I've had that I wasn't convinced it was broken. It still hurts like a mother, but I can tell it's starting to get better, despite its very interesting coloring (which is also spidering its way up the top of my foot. Fun).
We got our first football guests of the season on Thursday. So the week leading up to that was full of house cleaning and preparing. Friday morning, I was stranded at a super-sketchy backwoods country gas station/convenience store because my car decided to not start after I stopped for gas. Had to have the car towed to the mechanic, and I couldn't ride with him because for some reason when I left the house that morning, I decided to bring the dogs with me. So I had to wait at the gas station for like 45 minutes for somebody to pick me up and take me home. I could have walked home in that time, but to do so would have meant crossing a highway and walking--I'll remind everyone--on a toe I believed to be broken. So both dangerous and painful. I got so many random comments and offers from people going in and out of that convenience store (which I usually avoid because, as I've said, super-sketchy backwoods country place). Car will be fixed on Monday, $40 part. Could be much, much worse. (Except I totally have to pay like $80 for the tow truck. Sucks.)
So yeah. Friday was fun.
Today was the first home game of the football season. Tailgated for around 4 hours, drank beer and played cornhole, and proceeded to beat the stuffing out of NCA&T. The weather was perfect and our faces are all sunburned. An absolutely excellent time was had by all.
Somewhere in all that madness, I had time to finish scene one (part one, whatever) of my McFassy hookerfic. It's just over 2600 words (of porn, really), and I'm kind of in love with it. THEY HAVEN'T EVEN HAD SEX YET. Yes. Let me reiterate: 2600 words of porn, none of which includes Michael and James actually having sex. Yeah. IDK IDK.
To top that off, I'm sort of dying to write yet another McFassy AU. I just learned that James McAvoy attended Catholic school in Scotland. So yeah, my mind immediately went SCHOOL UNIFORMS. REBELLING. CATHOLIC SCHOOL AU. Where James is a good boy who maybe even wants to be a priest (maybe. For the travelling benefits--seriously, the shit Wikipedia teaches us) and Fassy is the new bad boy come to town and of course, porn happens. Mostly I just want to imagine James all adorable in his perfectly pressed uniform and Fassy looking totally disreputable and sleazy/trashy/hot in his wrinkled one with a sloppy tie and scuffed boots. What is my life right now?
If you made it through all of that, have the picture that (mostly) inspired what I'm calling (in my head. and to invaderwitch) jailbait-James fic:
This week has actually been kind of nuts.Early on (was it Monday? Tuesday? something like that) I dropped my laptop on my toe. Today is the first day I've had that I wasn't convinced it was broken. It still hurts like a mother, but I can tell it's starting to get better, despite its very interesting coloring (which is also spidering its way up the top of my foot. Fun).
We got our first football guests of the season on Thursday. So the week leading up to that was full of house cleaning and preparing. Friday morning, I was stranded at a super-sketchy backwoods country gas station/convenience store because my car decided to not start after I stopped for gas. Had to have the car towed to the mechanic, and I couldn't ride with him because for some reason when I left the house that morning, I decided to bring the dogs with me. So I had to wait at the gas station for like 45 minutes for somebody to pick me up and take me home. I could have walked home in that time, but to do so would have meant crossing a highway and walking--I'll remind everyone--on a toe I believed to be broken. So both dangerous and painful. I got so many random comments and offers from people going in and out of that convenience store (which I usually avoid because, as I've said, super-sketchy backwoods country place). Car will be fixed on Monday, $40 part. Could be much, much worse. (Except I totally have to pay like $80 for the tow truck. Sucks.)
So yeah. Friday was fun.
Today was the first home game of the football season. Tailgated for around 4 hours, drank beer and played cornhole, and proceeded to beat the stuffing out of NCA&T. The weather was perfect and our faces are all sunburned. An absolutely excellent time was had by all.
Somewhere in all that madness, I had time to finish scene one (part one, whatever) of my McFassy hookerfic. It's just over 2600 words (of porn, really), and I'm kind of in love with it. THEY HAVEN'T EVEN HAD SEX YET. Yes. Let me reiterate: 2600 words of porn, none of which includes Michael and James actually having sex. Yeah. IDK IDK.
To top that off, I'm sort of dying to write yet another McFassy AU. I just learned that James McAvoy attended Catholic school in Scotland. So yeah, my mind immediately went SCHOOL UNIFORMS. REBELLING. CATHOLIC SCHOOL AU. Where James is a good boy who maybe even wants to be a priest (maybe. For the travelling benefits--seriously, the shit Wikipedia teaches us) and Fassy is the new bad boy come to town and of course, porn happens. Mostly I just want to imagine James all adorable in his perfectly pressed uniform and Fassy looking totally disreputable and sleazy/trashy/hot in his wrinkled one with a sloppy tie and scuffed boots. What is my life right now?
If you made it through all of that, have the picture that (mostly) inspired what I'm calling (in my head. and to invaderwitch) jailbait-James fic:
