where we're at fic-wise

Soooo...Clark says that's it, he's done. Clammed up tight as a...clam. In the meanwhile, all kinds of ideas are hopping up and down in my brain like little fleas. Little story fleas. Ick. I got this great great idea that I love and would love to try to work on. Bastard story flea. And of course, non of this applies to the Romance Novel challenge, geez. I've got a paragraph--pretty much runs, "Hello, My name is Lex Luthor, you didn't kill my father, prepare to be screwed. And die." sigh.

As for the WIP, right now, the boys are looking at each other over toast and tea. That's it. Maybe I'll end it there. Leave some mystery, you know? Yeeeesss. Meeeeestery.