my friends, my friends!

Mr. R is sick, poor woobie. He actually had to give in to gravity and lie down. He took today off, that's how bad he feels. In other news, he's toasty warm and makes the bed nice and cozy. Not that I want him to have a fever. No, that would make me a very very bad person. But...toasty warm. *koff*

Anyhooooo...I've got a bit of Non Timebo Mala, remember that story? I'm thinking of posting it because I'm trapped in a great big glutinous web of writer's block. I can't go forward on any of my stuff. However, I can fine tune it like a motherfucker. I'm changing words, I'm putting in commas and taking out commas and jogging words here and there. And still with all the obsessive corrections missing shit--isn't that amazing? I want to scream every time I reread a section and Sam is talking to Dan or Den--what the fuck Brain??? Or Brian, the way things are going....

It's Friday, tomorrow is Saturday and I can be up all night so if I can stop my compulsive reading, I'll be writing. Anyone wanna look over my SpN/Silver John x-over and see if it's interesting?

word counts, yay!

SpN/X-over: 6828 fail :(

SpN Big Bang: 13545 seems pretty good except I haven't made any progress on hte main part of the story and I'm thinking of starting to write backward to the beginning. :) wordy fail