This damn thing. Done for now, though there's still stories piling up behind my eyes for this 'verse.

But for now, it's answering fb for the previous parts and flist-crawling.

Other detainees in the Prisoner!verse are held here.

( The First Hours Of The Rest Of His Life 3 )

Since when does writing take me weeks and weeks? Am I getting bad at it, or are my standards getting high? Is it both? I dunno. I suspect it's the first one.

But at least I've got the Prisoner!verse out of my system enough that I can kinda focus on Demon Magnet some.

It just feels so long ago and far away. Almost three years since I started writing it. . . .

Thank you so much for sticking with this thing, written as it was between status calls, part orders and the dissemination of general information to complete morons. I've got DM to finish up for fire_fic, but I won't be able to till I get this 'verse out of my head for at least a few weeks.

I am so tired.

Part one, and other fic in the Prisoner!verse resides here.

( The First Hours Of The Rest Of His Life 2 )


I'll answer the feedback for this part and the previous part Sunday evening. You guys rock the hardcore patience 24.7.

It wouldn't let me go. I got other shit I need to write and desperately want to write, but it wouldn't. Let. Me go.

( The First Hours Of The Rest Of His Life )

In other news, still waiting to hear back from the recruiter. Oh, God, my letter of intent was completely lamesville.

I worked today, Labor Day, by my choice. It's more overtime and I got paid to do jack-shit all day. Or would have, if we weren't so damn busy this summer. Don't you people have anything better to do with your labor day than order parts?

Bought an MP3 player, waiting for it to arrive. Cheap piece of no-name crap. I shoulda popped for the SanDisk one, in retrospect, but whatever. If the life expectancy of this thing is as short as I suspect it will be, methinks I'll be buying a SanDisk within the year.

My asthma meds are killing me. My gut feels like it's filled with poison and jaggedy glass shards, and has for three weeks. It feels like that miserable three or four days before I get my period. And eventually, once the meds have run their course and I'm footloose and fancy-free, I'll have to start taking birth control pills to regulate said nuisance periods. I'd prefer they stopped altogether, but. . . .
::sighs::

Only twenty more years . . . only twenty more years.

Got a bid from dancinbutterfly to finish up Demon Magnet. I dunno how I'm gonna do it, but I guess I got a month to MacGuyver something. I'll just pretend I'm writing a letter of intent.
::rolls eyes::