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Singing Gal
I've dislocated my shoulder and I'm on hydrocodone. I can share the adventures of the ER, if people are interested. And I'm doing some writing! I might have to re-do it when I'm, you know, not high as balls, but I'm at least getting it out.
Singing Gal
Round 4.1 of the Circle of Friends Remix is now open for reading at cof_remix.

(Sorry I was late!)

Title: Falling From Your Grace (the “Same Old Chains” Remix)
Author: sroni
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine. Faith, Buffy and Connor/Stephen are the creation of Joss Whedon; Scotty and Dex are the creation of evil_little_dog.
Original Story:Trappings” by evil_little_dog.

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I guess a few quick things

Singing Gal
One: IM MARRIED! Irish and I got married a few weeks ago, and I've been adjusting to this. :D

Two: I was nominated for No Rest for the Wicked Awards! I'll put a pretty button up at a time that is not four in the morning. I happen to love the story that was nominated (I Kissed a Girl), and I happen to find it interesting that I've been nominated for two awards, and both of them were from the same story. Hey, if a story's going to be getting that recognition, it happens to be one of my favourites, even if I wrote it in a manner of hours as a tide-over until Aadler could finish his story.

Three: It's four in the morning.
Singing Gal
Meme from snickfic:

“I think that many of us like talking about our and linking to our work but are embarrassed to do so without excuse, so I am making us an excuse. Behold, the Seven Days of Self-Promotion Meme, inspired by another recent meme but with more categories, all obviously customizable as you see fit. Notice that the categories are very broad, so you can talk about your art or vids or meta or whatever if you don’t write fic.

The Days:
1. Something old
2. Something new
3. Something you made for someone else
4. Something you made just for yourself
5. Something for a major fandom/pairing/character
6. Something for a minor fandom/pairing/character
7. Something you’re just really proud of

And then other people can read your discussion and follow your links to your fanworks (and maybe comment on them?) and you can read their discussion and follow their links and comment on them, and it will all be lovely.”

So, this is Day One. That means something old. For me, I have to decide how far back to go. You have to keep in mind that I started writing fanfic when I was … I’m not actually sure how old. I wrote Star Trek fanfic in my diary in purple crayon, so chances are, I was under 10. I started quasi-seriously writing fanfic when I was around 14, and that stuff will never see the light of day ever. I started finishing stories when I was eighteen.

So I guess I’m going to have to pick “ God Save the Queen ”. It’s undergone changes since I wrote it; between me finishing “God Save the Queen” and Aadler working with my finished portion of “Queen’s Gambit” a year or so later, he realized that he needed to rework “God Save the Queen” in order to make the stories fit together better. So while “God Save the Queen” is absolutely better than it would have been without that, it’s also not the original product — which is nowhere near being a bad thing, just something to keep in mind.

Posting from phone

Singing Gal
Posting from the phone because I don't want to get out the computer and set it up.

I'm on crutches because I essentially heel-hook myself on a regular basis and Saturday night, one of the ligaments decided to partially tear. Have I been to a doctor? Nope. Why not? No insurance and I'm poor, and this has happened before, multiple times, so I already know what they'll say and what the treatment is. Basically, since it's not completely torn, ice it and wrap it and stay the hell off of it, do stretches I already know, and don't walk until it doesn't hurt. This is a thing that happens to me, I don't even know how many times.

I keep going through periods of bad insomnia. Two weeks ago, in six days, I got a grand total of nine hours of sleep. This week, I'm doing a little bit better than that, but I'm still not getting anywhere near enough sleep.

It looks like the Irish wedding won't be happening, so we'll be getting married here in July. My mom keeps calling me about ideas she's had for "the wedding". UNFORTUNATELY , "the wedding" isn't mine, but my brother's. I've struggled for years with feelings of inadequacy, especially compared to my little brother, who I affectionately (and sometimes not so affectionately) refer to as "the golden child". I UNDERSTAND that his wedding is a bigger deal than mine is, for multiple reasons (part of which is the size itself; mine will likely have twenty people). But it would be really freaking nice for mine to even blip on her radar.

It's entirely possible depression is rearing its ugly head and making things worse than they are.

I'm going back to sleep now.

Christmas Adventures!

Singing Gal
I started cooking Christmas dinner at one o'clock this morning.

Actually, the story goes back even further.

My mom and I decided on Sunday that we were, in fact, going to have a proper Christmas dinner. This meant that two days before Christmas, I had to go to Wal-Mart to get everything we'd need. I made a list. I then promptly forgot said list sitting on the dining room table (it's right next to the front door), waiting for me to grab it on the way out. Managed to survive Wal-Mart, and, more importantly, Wal-Mart survived me and I managed to not punch anyone in the face, though holy hell, sometimes it was a close call. In all seriousness, though, while I didn't really have to work hard to repress the urge to not punch people, I did have to work to not start yelling at people to just move, damn it, or run them over with my cart. I made it out to the parking lot before I remembered some rather crucial things (lightbulbs, toilet paper, that sort of thing, that we wouldn't be eating, obviously, but is still rather necessary). No way in hell was I going back into that madhouse, so I decided hell with it, I'll stop at one of the two dollar stores on the way home. I stopped at the first of said dollar stores, picked up a few of the things I'd forgotten, chatted with the cashier, dropped the stuff I'd just bought in the trunk, realized that I was rather desperate to use the restroom, ran back inside, and it turned out to be a good thing that I did so, because it was while I was in the restroom that I realized I'd still forgotten the toilet paper and lightbulbs. As well as the stuff for green bean casserole, and if I don't get green bean casserole, well, heads are going to roll.

I managed to wrestle the turkey and everything inside in only two trips (and if anyone calls me weak again, I'm hitting them with the sixteen point four pound turkey and the two three litre bottles that I carried inside in one hand while wrestling with the doors, the fence, and the dogs), read the directions for the turkey and defrosting, and put in the fridge.

This was Monday.

On Tuesday, it suddenly hit me: I don't know how long the turkey is supposed to defrost. So I hop on the internet and discover that refrigerator defrosting for a turkey that size? Yeah. It's gonna be four days.

Well. That's not really a possibility.

So I wrestle the turkey in the bathtub, where it stayed all day (I refreshed the water every half hour like I was supposed to, except for the few hours that I left the house but the water was SO FREAKING COLD that it really wasn't an issue). We wrapped gifts, I chatted with my dad who's home for Christmas... At about eleven thirty, the turkey is still not defrosted, even though it's been in the bathtub for fourteen hours and my mom tells me that I can just cook it overnight at 250. (Did I mention that, for the first time, I was in charge of Christmas dinner?) So I smothered the turkey in butter, wrapped the buttered turkey in bacon and got it stuffed with bacon and apples (in the future, I'm going to cut the apples larger, use more stuffing and not put the stuffing inside the turkey because that was a pain in the ass to get out when it was time to eat), smothered it in more butter and apples, and stuck it in the oven. It made it in the oven at one thirty in the morning.

I checked on the turkey at seven, it was still nowhere near done, so I went back to sleep. We opened presents at around nine forty five, I checked on the turkey again, still not done. At eleven, I got impatient and bumped it up to 350, and started prepping all the other food to go in the oven. At the last twenty minutes of the turkey cooking, I went to put the green bean casserole and the biscuits in the oven and realize: NOTHING ELSE WILL FIT WHILE THE TURKEY IS IN THE OVEN. All that effort to make sure everything came out at the same time? Just went out the window. So I finish the turkey, get the casserole and the biscuits in LICKETY SPLIT, heat up the gravy, already made the mashed potatoes and they're warming up. Started attacking the turkey with a knife to get my mom's plate as ready as possible in the meantime (we were going to have a nice sit down dinner together, but she was in a lot of pain, so it turned into her staying in bed and Dad and I eating in the living room), spent at least ten full minutes trying to separate the drumstick from the body before deciding screw it and ripped it off with my hands, and then realized that I'd burnt the biscuits (not badly, but enough that I noticed). Got the plate to her, let Dad get his, and then got my own food. Bacon turkey and apple stuffing is a success! I'm excited! Next time, I'm going to add more apples, actually use the pear I got, and stuff the sides rather than the bird, but nothing caught fire, I didn't require stitches, and the food tasted good and didn't poison anyone, so SUCCESS.

And now I have all kinds of stories going round and about in my head.
Singing Gal
Round 3 of the Circle of Friends Remix is now open for reading at cof_remix.

This is a bonus fic for comlodge, since it’s her first Remix.

Title: Hope is a Four-Letter Word (the “Makes Me Feel Alive” Remix)
Author: SRoni
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG-13. Nothing that you wouldn’t see on the show.
Disclaimer: Characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer are property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui Enterprises, Sandollar Television, the WB, and UPN.
Original story: “Do You Even Like Me?” by comlodge

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Singing Gal
Round 3 of the Circle of Friends Remix is now open for reading at cof_remix.

Title: Between the Lines of Fear and Blame (The “How to Save a Life” Remix)
Author: SRoni
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG-13. Nothing that you wouldn't see on the show.
Disclaimer: Characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer are property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui Enterprises, Sandollar Television, the WB, and UPN.
Original story: No More Be Grieved" by eilandesq

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Oct. 3rd, 2013

Singing Gal
So, aadler and I are kicking off the third round of the cof_remix, Circle of Friends Remix. If you’re interested in participating in a round-robin remix, primarily Buffyfic-centered, go here and enter the following information in the comments, and one of us — probably me — will get right back to you.

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Preferred fandom (to write):
Safe story/stories (no more than three):
Stories that have already been remixed (and the ficcer who did the remix):
Stories that ARE remixes (and the original story/original author):

Previous participants are invited to return; new authors are invited to check it out!

For more information, see the profile page.