Um. Anyone know how long rigor mortis takes to wear off? It does wear off, doesn't it? I'm sure I heard that. Also -- is it different at, say, cool cellar temperatures than it would be in say, room temperature?

... feelin' like...: curious

Lost fic, over at ficbits!


Among All The Unfamiliar
PG, maybe PG 13 for minor nudity.
Very minor season 4 spoilers, mainly for character names.
summary? um. No, but you apparently shouldn't leave Daniel Faraday alone for 5 minutes, let alone 30.
Dan-centric, with some peripheral Charlotte.
And thanks muchly to zelda_zee for the instant beta!

... or I might not find you

This is the freezingest house I've ever lived in. BRR. More coffee, I think, to warm me up. Coffee seems to be all I want today, anyway.

I posted this the other day (well... not word for word) in my LJ, but I thought I'd put it here too.

I figured out why, more or less, I'm not writing. I stopped right about the time Den got sick. That's... what, 2 years ago or so? Fuuuuuuuuuuck. It's the stress, I know that it's the stress. If he sleeps really late, I wonder if he's maybe died in his sleep. If he takes a breath kind of funny, I wonder if this is the end. I'm constantly on edge. I snap at the kids when they ask if Daddy's alright. "Of course he's fine," I tell them. "He just needs to rest a bit." Rest, rest, rest. All he does well these days is bloody rest.

When we got married, I envisioned us years & years from now, sitting on the porch and watching the grandkids play on the lawn. Not only do we not have a porch, I don't honestly think Den is going to make 50. I'm not entirely sure he's going to make his next birthday (45).

For those of you new to the story, he had a respiratory virus that went untreated. The guy he worked for basically said to him that if he took time off for a simple cold, then he could consider himself fired. Niiiiiice. The virus eventually went away on its own, but as a little going-away present, it left Den with congestive heart failure.

So now, I don't write. How can I? How can I write anything, anything with this weighing on us all the time? How, when every thought is whether my husband will still be around in the morning? How, when I know off by heart all his medicines and dosages, and can parrot them off at will? How?

How am I supposed to get around this? I have this horrible, horrible fear that when this does finally kill him, I won't be able to stop writing. And that worries me, that it might take something just that monstrous to break me out of this.

... feelin' like...: bleak

Bah. Girl parts currently staging monthly rebellion -- again. Note to ovaries: Am not going to be conceiving again. EVER. Please to be stopping the monthly annoyances, plzkthx.

Den's cheque is finally in the bank. This is what I was fretting about the other day. We only, y'know, depend on it. And the insurance, when he called them 2 days ago, said that his cheque hadn't been released because of "an oversight". Bah. I hate being dependent on them. I hate being poor.

Am slightly grumpy this morning. I actually woke up -- get this! -- wanting to write! But my friend is coming over this afternoon, so I don't know if I will get the chance to actually do so. And I don't know if I'm free this morning while all the girlies are in school, either. Bah, the universe, it conspires against me!

In other news, my coffee is delicious.

... feelin' like...: chipper

I think I might actually be having a nervous breakdown.

Details at 11.

So I cleaned my room -- most of it, anyway. (Yes, I know how that sounds.) I found a lot of interesting junk, and some not-so-interesting junk. I found a note I'd written to my mom when I was about ten ("Mother stinks! And I mean it!!!!) I found a million or so pics of the girlies. I found a book I thought we'd lost ("Haunted Toronto"). I found the dust jacket for "Harry Potter & the Half-Blood Prince".

And I found loads of story notes. Loads of them! And so, slowly & thoroughly, I went through them. Some were works-in-progress, most of it was just notes and/or ideas, and most of them were... not that bad, really.

And then I tallied them up.

Between the fanfic (Harry Potter & Lost, though not together, and 2 LotRPS) and the original fic (mostly spec fic & kid fic, with some "regular" fic thrown in), I have...

... wait for it...

... 73 (yes, I said 73!!!!) stories on the go! Ok, some are just at the "idea" stage, but they're good ideas, and I'm keeping them.

73...

*shakes head*

No wonder I feel like I ought to be doing something!

... feelin' like...: cheerful

So, it's a new year -- again. That seems to happen on an annual basis, doesn't it? Hmm... *ponders*

I know I haven't been around much, but I think I'm going to make more of an effort to be around more. I'm going to attempt writing again -- though don't get all eager; that may take some time.

Um... anyone want to update me on all the important bits I've missed in all your lives?

... feelin' like...: still waking up

... there's just been a bunch of stuff going on. Den is alright -- still alive & all that.

I've been making a bunch of xmas cards. Yes, making. As in, they just need to be written in and a stamp stuck on them. Would anyone like one? Just email me your address (scrapkat703 at aol dot com)!

... feelin' like...: ordinary

I'm grumpy and tired and my throat really really hurts. I have things I need to write and I can't think for 5 minutes to actually do it. I want a lemon and I haven't got one. I'm out of that vanilla Earl Grey tea that I've come to love so much. Em is bitching me out because I told her she can't stay up to watch Iron Chef America, as it's a school night. I want ice cream and I haven't got any. My throat really really really hurts.

Am very aggravated by all of the above.

Send porn now, plzkthx.

... feelin' like...: grumpy

( I think I have too much time on my hands sometimes... )

... feelin' like...: amused

So, after dropping the girlies off at school today, I get stopped by Mrs C -- one of the assistant teachers -- who informs me that Miss Madeleine is a funny child. Yesterday at lunch, she said (after being greeted by Mrs C) quite firmly, "I don't like 'Maddy' -- I like Madeleine." Alrighty, then... You know the whole reason she was being called Maddy, was b/c I thought her JK classmates (2 years ago, omg!) wouldn't be able to say Madeleine. Shows what I know! Anyway, Mrs C was quite amused.

Also, Liv came home with a paper that lists all the staff for this school year. Right now Mrs S is Maddy's Madeleine's teacher, but on the list, Mrs A is listed. Hm. Must find out who real teacher is. Amusing to note: I went to high school with Mrs A -- but she was on mat leave half of last year. Also amusing: there is only ONE male teacher in the entire school.

Interesting-to-me-though-boring-to-everyone-else fact of the day: Esther Averill, author of such children's books as "Jenny and the Cat Club", "The Fire Cat", and "Jenny Goes to Sea", has the same birthday as me. Hee! And her books were some of my favourites as a child. I would have liked to have written to her to tell her how much Mads enjoys those books too, but Ms Averill died 15 years ago. Boo.

They're gone! *flails* They're back in school! And let me tell you, it's about bloody time, too. Em was crying b/c she & her best friend are not in the same class this year, and also b/c she claims she's "not smart enough" for grade 2. Meanwhile, she's one of the smartest kids in her year. She brought her favourite stuffed dinosaur with her -- I hope she doesn't forget to bring him home again! Madeleine was very quiet, and it took forever for us to find her class. There's 3 gr.1 classes, ok? And two of them had the class list up on the outside wall -- except hers. Anyway, we got her sorted out, and she was very quiet, even for her, though two of her best friends are in the same class. Liv was the least trouble: she's got the same teacher as last year, which she knew. So when we got there, she took off running for her teacher, arms wide -- parents? what parents?

And that's it for now, as my best friend is over for coffee. :)

... feelin' like...: relieved

So Den & I planned to go to a particular local restaurant for lunch tomorrow, with Liv, as she's the only one who only goes half-day now. Den says to Liv, We've got a surprise for you tomorrow. Liv jumps up & claps her hands & shrieks, Flying monkeys?!

Erm... no.

Liv: But they're so much fun!

... feelin' like...: amused

So: girlies go back to school tomorrow! *omgflail!* So excited -- me, not them. Em is grumpy b/c she says the work will be harder -- she's going into 2nd grade, not 3rd year of a biochem degree. Maddy just plain doesn't like school, except for her friends, which is funny b/c she's incredibly smart & a total bookworm. And Liv just realised that her boyfriend of last year won't be there, as he moved away. For the record, Liv is four. And she's just now informed me that her friend Ezequiel (starting JK) will be her new boyfriend, and that she'll love him as much as she loved Matej. I told her she might want to let Eze know that!

And, today's mine & Den's 8th anniversary! Yay! I haven't killed him yet!

... feelin' like...: chipper

Dentist later today, o woe. Again, yes. Gah. This makes me distinctly unhappy. But the headache I woke up with has gone, which makes me happy-ish, and a Yankee Candle catalogue came in the post today, which makes me very happy -- scented pages, omg!

Less than a week til the girlies are back in school. I can't wait. I love them beyond words, but I also love to write, and I've done very little of that all summer, as I can't seem to get any time for myself in which to do it. And I have so much I want to finish! I have fics that I haven't worked on in years -- the backlog of WIPs is incredible, really.

So, my friend Danielle came back from 10 days in the UK yesterday. She brought me several sweets -- yay! -- none of which I can eat til tomorrow as I think it's largely inadvisable to get into that treacle toffee before visiting my stupid dentist.

Ah, for the love of -- Emily is throwing another tantrum. I'm seriously considering selling her. She's the tantrum-iest kid ever. I know she's upset b/c she doesn't want summer holidays to be over, and I know she's upset b/c I told her she can't watch ... whatever, I don't know, something on Teletoon (but that's b/c her sisters are already watching something), and I know she's upset b/c Danielle's gone home (she adores her), and I know she's upset b/c she can't find some particular demo disc for the PS2. But she hardly needs to throw a bloody hissy fit over everything that doesn't go her way! Yeah, ok, I'm a callous bitch sometimes, but you don't have to live with her. Gah. Kids!

... feelin' like...: aggravated

I bring you several HP drabbles! Two of these have been previously posted, but they fit in nicely, so I included them anyway. :)

James/Lily, PG -- for orgy_nibbles
( Spider )


Remus/Regulus, M -- for orgy_nibbles
( Cakeless )

Remus/Regulus, M, Sirius walking in -- for orgy_nibbles
( Collared )


Remus/Sirius, PG -- for dorrie6
( Haircut )


Sirius, PG, at Grimmauld Place, age 15, for orgy_nibbles
( Confinement )


Sirius, Kreacher, M, -- for orgy_nibbles
( Socks )


Snape/Black, M -- for deadwoodrose
( Chocolate )


Remus/Sirius, M -- for stupefy
( Ties )


Remus/Sirius, PG13 -- for marilla82
( Bubbles )


Remus/Sirius, PG -- for kyasuriin
( Mittens )


Remus teacher or prefect, confiscating lewd drawings, PG13 -- for ruffians
( Art )


Remus/Sirius, PG13 -- for beanpop
( Smoke )


Sirius/Lily, M -- for cursedinsanity
( Mistletoe )

... feelin' like...: productive

So. My dilemma is such: I have 13 done of 15 HP drabbles -- and thanks, all, for the prompts! I still have 2 HP prompts to do, plus the 3 LotRPS. The final 2 HP ones are giving me an arseload of trouble, and I'd really like to put them aside for now. So, should I post what I have done, and post the others later? Or should I suck it up and force myself to finish the last pair of HP prompts first? (The LotRPS ones will be in a separate post, so I'm not worried about that yet.)

... feelin' like...: aggravated

Six drabbles to go! 3 HP, 3 LotRPS. The RPS are going to be waaaaay harder to do, but there you go. They will get done. They will!

If anyone still wants to request a drabble -- HP, Lost, LotRPS -- you're quite welcome to do so. :)

... feelin' like...: chipper

Hee!

... feelin' like...: amused