frog princess

Yesterday was good. I dyed my hair (it's sort of light auburn now, from dark blonde). Two new bras were bought in the M&S sale, for £5 and £7 each. I met with friend G in the evening and we had a good two hours talking about how to develop his novel. I drank two bottles of cider, mmm.

This morning I checked the enormous amount of frog spawn in the pond, spied on the frogs, wrote about 700 words of various things and perused the HUNDREDS AND HUNDREDS of prompts on lgbtfest, some of which are just so tempting.

Now, right this minute, I'm going to get back on my exercise bike and begin cycling to Rivendell again, or possibly that should be from Chang'An to Houtou Castle?

I'm trying to write my spring_kink challenges and failing abysmally. I can't understand it, because they're quite lickable. But the brain, it is not co-operating. Maybe a meme will be inspirational, I can hope. Via lexin

"If you make up titles for stories I didn't write, I will respond with details of those non-written stories."

I always say I'll stop signing up for challenges, but some are just too tempting, like springkink. Today is the last day for prompts to be posted - see this post here for all the Kink Fest info. You need to leave your prompts on this post here by the end of today.

For all your kink reference needs and a little inspirational reading, there is extremely comprehensive list of kinks compiled by eliade


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In other news, for my birthday we are going to Dublin to visit daegaer's newly decorated bathroom! I can't wait. I spent an afternoon in Dublin about 10 years ago and have very dim memories of the Liffey and more vivid memories of driving round in panicky circles trying to get to Dun Laoghaire. But! Yay, Dublin! Excitement!

In more other news, I have done frig all work today, but there are cocktails and Italian food planned later. Reading has a bit of a hidden gem - a restaurant called Pepe Sale, that does the most delicious pasta and in huge portions. It's tucked away on a brutalist bit of 60s town landscaping that also acts as a handy wind tunnel, which I think is why it's not more well known.

Huh. I had managed to entirely miss the fact that I had to do actually request something for the latest yaoi_challenge rather than just sign up. Because I am a fule.

My virtual frog died. Now I have a giraffe.

I signed up for remixredux. I wasn't gonna, but then-- oops, my fingers slipped and it just happened.

I am having a rush of excitement because I have just been able to tick two whole things off my fic to do list.

It says here that the next thing on my list is to write up the Hakkai/Gojyo crossdressing kink fic o' doom. *weeps tears of pure joy* Although, perhaps I'll carry on with the batsmut. I think I know how it ends and furthermore Gojyo in a catsuit is hard to shift from one's brain. Yeah.

Hey, you! Draw me a picture! Write me a bit of fic! Produce something creative!

If you want. I'm really crap at this demanding thing, aren't I?

eta, because I can: The Song of Sad Sanzo for telophase

Sun burns down, no smokes
cranky monkeydaddy cries:
living for two now.

*shriek of despair* 

Spent all day trying to make one of our websites work. Have smashed it up good. 

The bright side is that it's only a test site, but can I kill the person who designed this so called 'easy to use content management system' ? Please?

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In other news, February has bought me many blessings! (am channeling Tohru for this part)  So far this week I've had a card with sweet mini ficlets from daegaer, Wild Adapter 2 and 3 from the gorgeous, seductive Sasuga Japanese Bookstore and a cup!  The cup comes, I think, from jamjar and it's a special Reload cup. So cool-- thank you:D

My remixredux fic is shaping up to be very interesting, for me at least - I've thought more about form and structure for this than for anything else I've written. My usual approach to structure is to not. Or to rather let the story fall out of my head as it wll and then either impose something on it, or to leave it as is. 

Am leaving work now. In two hours I'll be in the swimming pool, so if anyone wants me you can reach me there.

Happy Random Wombat Day

I signed up for the remixredux challenge. It has a nice long due date- 10 weeks from now, or something, and it's not to late to sign up, all you Good Omens folk. That'll be me, mistress of the hint.

In a fit of something or other I also signed up for the It's All Been Done Before Fest, with a pairing I've always secretly wanted to write, Harry/Draco, and an overdone scenario which appealed to me: they meet again after a long time. Throw in a soupcon of redeemed!Draco et voila. Harry and Draco doing anything with each other at Hogwarts is just not even vaguely plausible for me because Harry is so completely beyond Draco's reach. Out of his league is the term that springs to mind. Not in terms of looks but in terms of life experience and confidence. Draco has the family and the priviledged home life Harry is streets ahead of him in knowing how to behave like a decent human being, even if he is a raging ball of testosterone at the moment. I suppose proof of that is that Harry has real friends, whereas Draco has prototype henchmen, Slytherin that he is. And he's a raging bigot and a selfish, spoiled brat. But those traits are things he could quite possibly unlearn once he's removed from the lifestyle he obviously leads at home, ie, domineering father and the DE-in-training upbringing.

I haven't read that many Harry/Draco stories but there are numbers beyond count of they-meet-after-Hogwarts stories. Possible cliched career paths for D.Malfoy on leaving school: foreign exchange student, prostitute, nightclub dancer, barman, gangster, gangster's floozie, shiftless good-for-nothing, drug addict, wearer of leather trousers.