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Seven delivers Eleven's Pandorica at Stonehenge speech
I've had this one open since Dragon*Con. It's so Seventh Doctor, I can't even. At first he's just this puckish little bloke, and then suddenly he's looking right at you and making you squirm.
Wheels Up! (The Hotch Song)
I have no idea what the next season of Criminal Minds is going to bring - I want to be hopeful, but I just haven't recovered from the ferociously bizarre stuff that went on in S6 - but as long as the cast are having THIS much fun shooting it, I feel happy.
My brother is getting married in two weeks. It's a garden wedding. People are going to be there who I haven't seen for a quarter of a century, which is blowing my mind. I think it's going to be okay? I have to buy some shoes. This is epic, because I have three pairs of shoes - my lace up docs, my mary jane docs and my sneakers. (Oh, and those Dansko mary janes![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lilacsigil gave me. And my slippers - do they count?) Anyway, I'm not a shoe person and I'm definitely not a stable person, so I don't know why I'm looking at these high-heeled docs and thinking "Yes, this will make the perfect statement." Apparently the perfect statement is me tripping over the lawn and crushing a wedding guest to death.
I don't really do fashion. I will have to buy... a lipstick. Or something.
Also, the only conversation I can have with my mother right now is about the state of the lawn and the mowing schedule and how it has to be like a golf course. (The wedding is at my parents' place. Dad's going to give tractor rides. If we get through this without a death, we will have done well. Also, apparently my parents are together again, IDEK. BEST WEDDING SET-UP EVER, Y/MFY?)
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xmmficathon is done, back from beta and waiting for me to do the final edit. I feel positive about this!
xmenbigbang went from 3K to 11K in two days, which is good since the rough draft is DUE IN SIX DAYS. I think this is the first time I've come up with a plot that isn't vastly longer than the word count total. I think I have 15K of plot. Maybe I'm figuring out this pacing thing. Or maybe it's because I've laced my plot together by joining up all the things lady spies should do. We had a car chase! In Paris! There's about to be a fight on top of a train! I mean, that's not a bad thing, is it? And Emma and Moira have wonderful banter going on, they're an awesome team to write. I'm really enjoying it. Especially the research:
(Lol, Emma keeps telepathically upgrading their tickets.)
Seven delivers Eleven's Pandorica at Stonehenge speech
I've had this one open since Dragon*Con. It's so Seventh Doctor, I can't even. At first he's just this puckish little bloke, and then suddenly he's looking right at you and making you squirm.
Wheels Up! (The Hotch Song)
I have no idea what the next season of Criminal Minds is going to bring - I want to be hopeful, but I just haven't recovered from the ferociously bizarre stuff that went on in S6 - but as long as the cast are having THIS much fun shooting it, I feel happy.
My brother is getting married in two weeks. It's a garden wedding. People are going to be there who I haven't seen for a quarter of a century, which is blowing my mind. I think it's going to be okay? I have to buy some shoes. This is epic, because I have three pairs of shoes - my lace up docs, my mary jane docs and my sneakers. (Oh, and those Dansko mary janes
lilacsigil gave me. And my slippers - do they count?) Anyway, I'm not a shoe person and I'm definitely not a stable person, so I don't know why I'm looking at these high-heeled docs and thinking "Yes, this will make the perfect statement." Apparently the perfect statement is me tripping over the lawn and crushing a wedding guest to death. I don't really do fashion. I will have to buy... a lipstick. Or something.
Also, the only conversation I can have with my mother right now is about the state of the lawn and the mowing schedule and how it has to be like a golf course. (The wedding is at my parents' place. Dad's going to give tractor rides. If we get through this without a death, we will have done well. Also, apparently my parents are together again, IDEK. BEST WEDDING SET-UP EVER, Y/MFY?)
xmmficathon is done, back from beta and waiting for me to do the final edit. I feel positive about this! xmenbigbang went from 3K to 11K in two days, which is good since the rough draft is DUE IN SIX DAYS. I think this is the first time I've come up with a plot that isn't vastly longer than the word count total. I think I have 15K of plot. Maybe I'm figuring out this pacing thing. Or maybe it's because I've laced my plot together by joining up all the things lady spies should do. We had a car chase! In Paris! There's about to be a fight on top of a train! I mean, that's not a bad thing, is it? And Emma and Moira have wonderful banter going on, they're an awesome team to write. I'm really enjoying it. Especially the research: 
(Lol, Emma keeps telepathically upgrading their tickets.)