A quickie.

[stillane]

Epiphany of the day:

Rafiki = Yoda. Discuss. (This thought brought to you by the sister's boy, who is far wiser than his years and affected bearing would evidence.)

Notes:

1. Still sick. Grr. On the plus side, I now have two functioning nostrils, so improvement is on the horizon.

2. I am desperately attempting to catch up on my backlog of feedback, and then fic. The first is proving difficult because I have to re-read everything to remember what I wrote to begin with - yep, memory like a goldfish, it seems - and I keep stopping to change things. Do other people do that? I feel very OCD about old fic sometimes. Like when you sing in a choir, and there's a tone off somewhere in the mix, and it jangles in your ear until you can feel it slip into place. Like that.

Also, I have a bad case of inertia. I feel bad about not responding, which makes me hesitant to call attention to the fact that I didn't respond. Which leads to me putting off responding, and the whole cycle starts back up.

Neurotic. I know. But am I nuts? *waggles eyebrows, and wanders off to find a handsaw*

3. As to why the second is proving difficult... I have 1500 words of Methos. How the hell did that happen? I didn't plan for 1500 words of Methos. I don't even think these are the main words, just the bones that hold the head up and the legs down. I have to go find the ribs now.

When there is some meat on these bones, would any of you be up to reading over it? Just to check that I haven't violated any of the basic tenants of the universe, you know? Because I may be slightly caught up in the Methos Is Pretty, and missing entirely the Big Honking Facts of Immortal Life.

Comments

[stillane.livejournal.com]

1. This is the wisdom of the ages. *nods*

2. *licks finger to test the wind*

3. Heh. He's a persistant old bastard, I'll give him that. It's not even a story, really; it's just that every hour or so there's a new subject, and he's holding forth on it. ("Leadership...") So far it's mostly what he thinks, and what's happened, and I need to figure out what's happening in the now that makes it all matter. It's like trying to write The World According to Methos, with footnotes. *g*

I shouldn't have expected this guy to have a normal structure, should I? *checks wind again*