just in case I suddenly disappear

I dropped my laptop the other night, like OMFG dropped it and now it's misbehaving and I have no Mr Roxy to look at it for the next few days so I might be here I might not be here. I'm trying to answer all my comments before everything dies.

Also, that Impossible Things ficlet the other day, (SpN) now has another 5000 words and is still growing. Hope I don't lose it!

*waves*

does this make sense?

I feel like I'm writing Non Timebo Mala for the Reading Club, but I'm writing Impossible Things for myself. I Got Your Man was all for me, too. I like to tell myself stories that are angsty, but also full of goofiness. I think some silly stuff I've written was mistaken for serious. Just because sad things happen in the stories doesn't mean they are all that serious. Kryptonian Boy comes to mind--that one was one long string of silly events. Also, slut!Clark figures hugely in my silly stories. After all, what's a funnier image than Clark as a huge clueless innocent slut? It cracks me up! Still, I try not to go too OOC with the character. There's canon precedent for slutty Clark, as well as evil, so it never bothers me much to depict Clark that way.

So here I am writing about my silly stories instead of desperately answering comments and reading what I can before the laptop passes out. I did grab everything I'm writing on now because last night I was working away on Impossible Things when bam. Nothing. The thing died with no warning. There was weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth. I rewrote that part, somewhat better and as per tabaqui's sage advice, saved it to a flashdrive. IT STLL HURT.

So that's what this thing does. It waves like, "I'm okay! I'm good, let's do this!" and then passes out. Probably wakes up in the equivalent of some virtual back alley, smelling of booze and wearing its clothes inside out and backward....

THANK YOU mobiusklein FOR THE WELL WISHES AND THE COOL FOOTBALL! I need to kick something around! ;)