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Okay. New rule. Every thread you are in (there's only THREE on LJ. Come ON.) must be commented to at least once in the day. Every prompt community must be answered the day the timed message pops up on your computer. Come ON, Jag. This is not that hard. Oi. Get it together, girl.

I am a bad, bad writer.

I am also a bad, bad writer because I haven't written query letters in two months. And now I'm half wondering if I've just subconsciously given up on the whole thing. Never mind that I have about a page of agents and agencies from whom I haven't been rejected yet. (The key word here being, yet.) I just. I don't know. I've lost my momentum, and I told myself I wasn't going to do that. Yargh.

Maybe I should switch tacks? Market one of the other novels instead of Pen Bryton. Ugh. That's a lot of effort to just discard. Just. ... Fuck, I don't know.

It's raining out. It hasn't rained for just about the entire summer, not for more than about five to fifteen minutes at a time, and all of a sudden? Monsoon season. Max, our German Shepherd? Who also happens to be a Katrina rescue? Is going nuts. As one might imagine he would, but being a German Shepherd, and a pretty big one at that, he can't just go hide under the couch like at least one of our cats. Poor guy.

Ugh. I don't know. I feel ... I'm having a hard time thinking of myself as a writer, or worth anything as a writer these days. Lazy bum of a writer, maybe.

ETA: *dies laughing* But now I feel better, knowing that while I am a bad, bad writer, Anna is also a bad, bad roleplayer, Conan is just a bad, bad man, and Dessa is a bad, bad grad student. It's a meme! What are you bad at?

*actually collapses onto the desk in giggles at work, gets stared at by people*

[Fic] Slide Show

Title: Slide Show
Fandom: The Covenant
Characters: Caleb, Chase
Word Count: 884
Rating: PG
Summary: Slices of life from a redeemed Chase.

Chase looked around the room for a moment before closing his eyes and just breathing in the air, deeply and with a smile on his face. The whole house smelled of Caleb, and he had quickly discovered he liked that.

Caleb hadn't told the others about him, of course. Or at least, not yet. Or at least, not where he was. He'd tried to offer Chase a room and Chase had made some sort of snide remark about skeletons in closets. The conversation deteriorated from there. Eventually Caleb had stormed off with clenched fists and tightly held-in Power, muttering something about Chase finding his own damn place to sleep. Chase had chosen the attic. He liked the idea of looking down at everyone moving around below, maybe unaware that he was even there. He also liked the idea of his own little Fortress of Solitude.

He perched on the windowsill that was more than wide enough to have fit him and a lover if he'd had one. One knee half drawn up in front of him, other leg stretched out, hands folded over his shin. He wasn't sure what else he needed here, having moved in a bed and a couple shelves, a trunk for clothes. He had some things, nothing personal, nothing that wasn't subsistence level.

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[Fic] Suil A Ruin

Title: Suil a Ruin
Fandom: The Dresden Files
Characters: Morgan, OC
Word Count: 4,057
Rating: PGish
Summary: Morgan is going to take a leave of absence whether he wants to or not.

"Tai chi?"

I nodded, trying to keep concentrating on my form. I'd been practicing for a couple of years now, but it certainly wasn't my strong point. I had to concentrate to make the proper movements while keeping my stance and posture straight, my muscles with just the proper amount of tension and relaxation, my joints loose and my weight balanced. It was harder than it had looked in the beginning. Give it five or ten years, though, I might master it.

I would have expected a chuckle from him at the way I must have looked. Skilled warrior, untrained novice. But this was Morgan, and he wasn't a chuckling kind of a guy.

And the next thing I knew he was standing behind me, and his arms were coming around my body alongside mine.

"Your stance isn't quite…" He stopped in mid-sentence and his hands covered my wrists. "Here."

I didn't know Morgan knew tai chi.

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