Arrrrrgggggghhhhhh!!!!!

Well, I spent the bulk of yesterday (my day off) fanfic writing and spending money, neither of which am I convinced was a good thing.

Went to cash in my Smith& Hawken gift certificate that Peter gave me for Christmas (he spent way damn too much on it. ) But, to be perfectly honest, there was nothing there that I wanted to spend $100 on. Oh, there was stuff there that I wanted to spend $200 on, but I didn't have a $200 gift certificate. They said that I could partially cash it in so I only got this cute little asian looking plant that grows out of a rock (I forgot its name, and I'm usualy really good with plant names) and it's on a bed of blue stones in a low, squarish glass vase. I love flowers (which I know is why Peter gave the gift certificate to someplace as impractical as Smith & Hawken in the first place). I thought it might be nice to have a permanent flower arrangement on the breakfast room table. The live bamboo I've kept in water in a vase here in the kitchen has lasted a couple of years (and the one at the office is also thriving) so since this is a variation on a theme, I'm hopeful it'll survive and continue to flower. (The orchids I once got never really did once the initial bloom was off. I sucked at taking care of orchids. . .and -- non-sequitur-- I went out back yesterday and the roses are already leafing out. Damn, I never even got around to pruning them! The daffodils are beginning to bloom as well. Picked some and have them next to my new S&H centerpiece. We've had freakishly lovely weather for February. Today, I have the windows and doors open for the fresh air.) And I still have over half of my gift certificate at S&H to spend at a later date.

But was I through with wasting money on frivolous things?

Apparently not.

Headed over to Victoria Secret and bought undies (Heh. Lime green and lavender. Too bad I have no bras to match. Oh wait, yeah, I think I do have a lime green bra somewhere) and Willliams-Sonama was having a sale of their Valentines items so I ended up with a set of tumblers with funky little art nouveau hearts and "mon amour" , "mea passion," etc on them (Hey, they were $4.50 for the entire set and usually $22. Sigh. I'm such a sale sucker). Also bought rattan napkin rings to go with the new terra cotta colored napkins and rattan place mats that I bought for the breakfast table last week. And, apparently, my CD player died yesterday so I went over to Best Buy and got a small (CHEAP!) CD player for the kitchen. (I like music when I cook, but I'm a terrible cheapskate with sound equipment) thereby cashing in the small gift coupon my mother gave me at Christmas (which was too small for a gift certificate so it must have been a cash reward for having bought those Farscape DVDs she gave me for Christmas). So basically, spent way too much money yesterday in addition to having ordered Angel Season 5 DVDs earlier this week. Shouldn't have this much money... but I did.

And, I wrote. I actually finished Chapter three of my Spuffy Kinkathon fic (well, to be precise, finished the rough, rough draft of Chapter Three), and I apparently have no objectivity about this story at all because I cannot tell whether it is passable or just plain sucks. I simply do not know. I know that there are tons of things I'm leaving out and huge gaping loopholes in the story, but since this story has to be relatively brief due to time constraints, I don't believe I can take the time to go into all the detail needed to fill in all the blanks. I feel as though I'm rushing headlong from scene to scene and leaving out lots of logical questions (questions that time travel fics tend to bring up in abundance). I've been turning a blind eye to many of those questions, which irks the logical part of me, but how important are those questions in the first place? I don't know.

Conversely, while I feel as though I'm rushing the plot, I felt that my Spike/Buffy conversation in the last chapter rambled into non-sequiturs. Now, sometimes I don't mind that. But, I'm not entirely happy with the scene, although I did have the nice surprise of discovering that Spike is still pissed off about Buffy having assumed he was The Doctor (it's funny how fictional characters can surprise you when you allow them to ramble at length and discover what pops out of their mouths.)

Sigh. Anyway...

Frustrated by fic. I keep saying "I'll fix it in edit. I'll fix it in edit," and I have to have faith that I can do that. It's disconcerting to have no idea whether any of this story is actually working. (And heads up to my poor, poor betas... this entire story will likely be dumped on you all at once instead of in pieces. Sorry.)

Arrrrrgggggghhhhhh!!!!!

Well, I spent the bulk of yesterday (my day off) fanfic writing and spending money, neither of which am I convinced was a good thing.

Went to cash in my Smith& Hawken gift certificate that Peter gave me for Christmas (he spent way damn too much on it. ) But, to be perfectly honest, there was nothing there that I wanted to spend $100 on. Oh, there was stuff there that I wanted to spend $200 on, but I didn't have a $200 gift certificate. They said that I could partially cash it in so I only got this cute little asian looking plant that grows out of a rock (I forgot its name, and I'm usualy really good with plant names) and it's on a bed of blue stones in a low, squarish glass vase. I love flowers (which I know is why Peter gave the gift certificate to someplace as impractical as Smith & Hawken in the first place). I thought it might be nice to have a permanent flower arrangement on the breakfast room table. The live bamboo I've kept in water in a vase here in the kitchen has lasted a couple of years (and the one at the office is also thriving) so since this is a variation on a theme, I'm hopeful it'll survive and continue to flower. (The orchids I once got never really did once the initial bloom was off. I sucked at taking care of orchids. . .and -- non-sequitur-- I went out back yesterday and the roses are already leafing out. Damn, I never even got around to pruning them! The daffodils are beginning to bloom as well. Picked some and have them next to my new S&H centerpiece. We've had freakishly lovely weather for February. Today, I have the windows and doors open for the fresh air.) And I still have over half of my gift certificate at S&H to spend at a later date.

But was I through with wasting money on frivolous things?

Apparently not.

Headed over to Victoria Secret and bought undies (Heh. Lime green and lavender. Too bad I have no bras to match. Oh wait, yeah, I think I do have a lime green bra somewhere) and Willliams-Sonama was having a sale of their Valentines items so I ended up with a set of tumblers with funky little art nouveau hearts and "mon amour" , "mea passion," etc on them (Hey, they were $4.50 for the entire set and usually $22. Sigh. I'm such a sale sucker). Also bought rattan napkin rings to go with the new terra cotta colored napkins and rattan place mats that I bought for the breakfast table last week. And, apparently, my CD player died yesterday so I went over to Best Buy and got a small (CHEAP!) CD player for the kitchen. (I like music when I cook, but I'm a terrible cheapskate with sound equipment) thereby cashing in the small gift coupon my mother gave me at Christmas (which was too small for a gift certificate so it must have been a cash reward for having bought those Farscape DVDs she gave me for Christmas). So basically, spent way too much money yesterday in addition to having ordered Angel Season 5 DVDs earlier this week. Shouldn't have this much money... but I did.

And, I wrote. I actually finished Chapter three of my Spuffy Kinkathon fic (well, to be precise, finished the rough, rough draft of Chapter Three), and I apparently have no objectivity about this story at all because I cannot tell whether it is passable or just plain sucks. I simply do not know. I know that there are tons of things I'm leaving out and huge gaping loopholes in the story, but since this story has to be relatively brief due to time constraints, I don't believe I can take the time to go into all the detail needed to fill in all the blanks. I feel as though I'm rushing headlong from scene to scene and leaving out lots of logical questions (questions that time travel fics tend to bring up in abundance). I've been turning a blind eye to many of those questions, which irks the logical part of me, but how important are those questions in the first place? I don't know.

Conversely, while I feel as though I'm rushing the plot, I felt that my Spike/Buffy conversation in the last chapter rambled into non-sequiturs. Now, sometimes I don't mind that. But, I'm not entirely happy with the scene, although I did have the nice surprise of discovering that Spike is still pissed off about Buffy having assumed he was The Doctor (it's funny how fictional characters can surprise you when you allow them to ramble at length and discover what pops out of their mouths.)

Sigh. Anyway...

Frustrated by fic. I keep saying "I'll fix it in edit. I'll fix it in edit," and I have to have faith that I can do that. It's disconcerting to have no idea whether any of this story is actually working. (And heads up to my poor, poor betas... this entire story will likely be dumped on you all at once instead of in pieces. Sorry.)

Arrrrrgggggghhhhhh!!!!!

Well, I spent the bulk of yesterday (my day off) fanfic writing and spending money, neither of which am I convinced was a good thing.

Went to cash in my Smith& Hawken gift certificate that Peter gave me for Christmas (he spent way damn too much on it. ) But, to be perfectly honest, there was nothing there that I wanted to spend $100 on. Oh, there was stuff there that I wanted to spend $200 on, but I didn't have a $200 gift certificate. They said that I could partially cash it in so I only got this cute little asian looking plant that grows out of a rock (I forgot its name, and I'm usualy really good with plant names) and it's on a bed of blue stones in a low, squarish glass vase. I love flowers (which I know is why Peter gave the gift certificate to someplace as impractical as Smith & Hawken in the first place). I thought it might be nice to have a permanent flower arrangement on the breakfast room table. The live bamboo I've kept in water in a vase here in the kitchen has lasted a couple of years (and the one at the office is also thriving) so since this is a variation on a theme, I'm hopeful it'll survive and continue to flower. (The orchids I once got never really did once the initial bloom was off. I sucked at taking care of orchids. . .and -- non-sequitur-- I went out back yesterday and the roses are already leafing out. Damn, I never even got around to pruning them! The daffodils are beginning to bloom as well. Picked some and have them next to my new S&H centerpiece. We've had freakishly lovely weather for February. Today, I have the windows and doors open for the fresh air.) And I still have over half of my gift certificate at S&H to spend at a later date.

But was I through with wasting money on frivolous things?

Apparently not.

Headed over to Victoria Secret and bought undies (Heh. Lime green and lavender. Too bad I have no bras to match. Oh wait, yeah, I think I do have a lime green bra somewhere) and Willliams-Sonama was having a sale of their Valentines items so I ended up with a set of tumblers with funky little art nouveau hearts and "mon amour" , "mea passion," etc on them (Hey, they were $4.50 for the entire set and usually $22. Sigh. I'm such a sale sucker). Also bought rattan napkin rings to go with the new terra cotta colored napkins and rattan place mats that I bought for the breakfast table last week. And, apparently, my CD player died yesterday so I went over to Best Buy and got a small (CHEAP!) CD player for the kitchen. (I like music when I cook, but I'm a terrible cheapskate with sound equipment) thereby cashing in the small gift coupon my mother gave me at Christmas (which was too small for a gift certificate so it must have been a cash reward for having bought those Farscape DVDs she gave me for Christmas). So basically, spent way too much money yesterday in addition to having ordered Angel Season 5 DVDs earlier this week. Shouldn't have this much money... but I did.

And, I wrote. I actually finished Chapter three of my Spuffy Kinkathon fic (well, to be precise, finished the rough, rough draft of Chapter Three), and I apparently have no objectivity about this story at all because I cannot tell whether it is passable or just plain sucks. I simply do not know. I know that there are tons of things I'm leaving out and huge gaping loopholes in the story, but since this story has to be relatively brief due to time constraints, I don't believe I can take the time to go into all the detail needed to fill in all the blanks. I feel as though I'm rushing headlong from scene to scene and leaving out lots of logical questions (questions that time travel fics tend to bring up in abundance). I've been turning a blind eye to many of those questions, which irks the logical part of me, but how important are those questions in the first place? I don't know.

Conversely, while I feel as though I'm rushing the plot, I felt that my Spike/Buffy conversation in the last chapter rambled into non-sequiturs. Now, sometimes I don't mind that. But, I'm not entirely happy with the scene, although I did have the nice surprise of discovering that Spike is still pissed off about Buffy having assumed he was The Doctor (it's funny how fictional characters can surprise you when you allow them to ramble at length and discover what pops out of their mouths.)

Sigh. Anyway...

Frustrated by fic. I keep saying "I'll fix it in edit. I'll fix it in edit," and I have to have faith that I can do that. It's disconcerting to have no idea whether any of this story is actually working. (And heads up to my poor, poor betas... this entire story will likely be dumped on you all at once instead of in pieces. Sorry.)

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Well... someone just crashed into my mailbox out front tearing up my grass and tearing down the wrought iron mailbox. Don't know what I'm supposed to do about that since the neighborhood association installed all of them... and it's broken. I got the teenager to give me his name and number and address (which turns out is 4 houses down the street).

Not a happy moment (and loud enough to alert me that something was wrong even from the kitchen. Considering that the truck DROVE OFF as I walked out the door and then parked up the street with one of the guys getting out and going inside, I wonder if he really would have come back and told me that he'd run into it if I hadn't walked out into the yard and stared him down like "Aren't you coming back?" That and the fact that the mailman/woman and I were both staring them down. She just happened to be delivering the mail.

Sigh... and no Angel DVDs were in the mail either.

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Well... someone just crashed into my mailbox out front tearing up my grass and tearing down the wrought iron mailbox. Don't know what I'm supposed to do about that since the neighborhood association installed all of them... and it's broken. I got the teenager to give me his name and number and address (which turns out is 4 houses down the street).

Not a happy moment (and loud enough to alert me that something was wrong even from the kitchen. Considering that the truck DROVE OFF as I walked out the door and then parked up the street with one of the guys getting out and going inside, I wonder if he really would have come back and told me that he'd run into it if I hadn't walked out into the yard and stared him down like "Aren't you coming back?" That and the fact that the mailman/woman and I were both staring them down. She just happened to be delivering the mail.

Sigh... and no Angel DVDs were in the mail either.

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Well... someone just crashed into my mailbox out front tearing up my grass and tearing down the wrought iron mailbox. Don't know what I'm supposed to do about that since the neighborhood association installed all of them... and it's broken. I got the teenager to give me his name and number and address (which turns out is 4 houses down the street).

Not a happy moment (and loud enough to alert me that something was wrong even from the kitchen. Considering that the truck DROVE OFF as I walked out the door and then parked up the street with one of the guys getting out and going inside, I wonder if he really would have come back and told me that he'd run into it if I hadn't walked out into the yard and stared him down like "Aren't you coming back?" That and the fact that the mailman/woman and I were both staring them down. She just happened to be delivering the mail.

Sigh... and no Angel DVDs were in the mail either.