pants to match

I'm almost done the epilogue to Origin!

And I have a little Snape snippet for you. Oh, that wacky musical-lovin' Snape.

( Snape is very nearly insane )

Eh. I'm also about 7 pages into the new Draco/Ron romp. And wheels are still turning for the Blaise/Hermione LFS AU. All is good in SkoosieLand.

My phone line is down at home. Hoping to get it fixed tomorrow, but 'til then I won't be commenting much. Am so so upset. And shaky with withdrawl symptoms. It's one thing to go away and not have access, but to wander around my apartment, staring forlornly at my computer? What the hell am I going to do? Clean? Start packing? Play with Happy? Er... well. Possibly I should.

Anywho, am not ignoring anyone. Just out of the loop for a little while, since I can only check this sporadically at work. I already missed so many posts last night! Woe is me *huggles flisters*

And this. This is what you get when I can't surf the web. THIS IS WHAT YOU GET, CATS! ( THIS! )

I'm going mad. Mad I tell you.

VERY IMPORTANT EDIT: *ahem* Now that I've got your attention. Pirate Booty just sent this to me. An old old e-conversation that literally had me slumped over my desk in tears, holding my stomach. I think everyone thought I was sobbing. This is just too dang funny:

Pirate Booty: I'm going through like 1000 resumes that I searched for, no one is qualified, but myself of course.
Skoosie: Too bad you can't clone yourself.
PB: No, I'd annoy myself and we'd NEVER get anything done. Think about it, if you worked with yourself you'd be reading each others fanfic all day long.
S: HAHAHAHAHA but think about the production of the fanfics! I could produce twice as much!
PB: AND YOU WOULD HAVE YOUR OWN BETA READER!!!! AHAHAHaHAAHaHaHaHaHahA Of course I doubt she could catch any of your mistakes since they are the same mistakes she would have made.
S: Exactly, and we both suck at grammar. But we could bounce ideas off each other!
PB: But you would always like them. How about this, I trade my clone for yours and we can entertain each other all day! Of course I'd get lonely here if I sent you my clone and you were busy with her?!
S: Hmmm.... I see the problem. Maybe this clone business isn't such a good idea.
PB: Yeah, BUT if you had to go out with J and you wanted to just go to bed that would be good. Then again, if your clone is a floozy he's going to like your clone better. And I bet your clone WOULD be a floozy.
S: Look who's talking, miss I'm-a-scarlet-woman.
PB: At least my clone wouldn't drink from the toilet.
S: At least mine wouldn't eat kitty poo.
PB: She's not retarded, she just has an exotic diet. At least mine can dress herself and take showers on her own.
S: She's perfectly capable if she has her robot with her. At least mine doesn't wear her panties over her trousers and doesn't look like your mom.

Can't. Stop. Laughing. I'm so lame.

Now that Long-hidden Skies Chapter Eight is done, I've given my muse free rein in the realm of crackfic again. And Ginny and Draco are along for the ride. It's humor meets cliche meets fluff meets crack. Here's a snippet of the first part.

( Touching is strictly forbidden )

Oh, what fun I'm going to have with this!

Annoying tagline reminder: January is the Month of Ron! Please send me your recs, endorsements, random fits of inspiration.

I'm on page 8! Which is not much for LHS because my chapters to this story tend to be longer than my others, but still... go me!

I got Neville's part down, but I'm not sharing anymore of it because Neville is a surprise, so here's a few random moment cookies. Don't want to give too much away.

( bits and pieces of Long-hidden Skies, chapter eight )

I always get so excited when writing LHS. So many things to explore in this story.

As you can see, I've got my Brazilian music in, because it's inspired me in the past, and I'm in desperate need of inspiration.

And I know you're all shouting at me to work on Nighthawk and Don't Let's Start and even the epi of Origin, but I've got this niggling Nott/Seamus ficcy in my brain currently. It's going to be short... probably not as short as the drunken challenge, but pretty short.

( Seamus *isn't* boring. Honestly. )

Sex romps coupled with play dates!

I'm visiting Pirate Booty in Hell (read Maryland) this weekend, so I won't be online. Unless I can snag her laptop for a bit. Otherwise, I may get the shakes. Withdrawl is serious business, folks.

On a good note, I've reworked Chapter 18 of The Origin of Storms and sent it back to Angelique to look over and I've got a page and a half of the epilogue written! I'm so close to being done! Which is kind of a relief and kind of sad, too.

Anywho, here's a little Ron/Draco drabble. I wrote it for Don't Let's Start, but I don't think I'll use it. Or at least not written like this, since the pacing (ha!) is all off for the rest of the story. Not sure if I like it either.

( The most important parts of Ron were not tired )

Disturbing, eh?

( Looooong four-day weekend )

Boring as all hell but soooooo busy. Thank god it's over. I swear my week at Christmas better be filled with sleeping and eating and not much else, or someone's gonna die. And it ain't gonna be me, folks. Just saying.

Working on my old Ash Zabini cookies turned ficlet for those who remember it at The Jar. Draco is purposefully OOC. Currently not in a Christmasy enough mood to write more of my D/G, but we'll see how the week goes.

( My father's in love with you )

So. I was a little productive. Of course, not with anything that actually needs to be done. *shrugs*

Don't Let's Start Chapter six is now up on the AT.

Sparkly dancing boys are my favorite.

Will Ferrel is a comic genius.

Roxy the pitbull is dumb as a box of rocks. Possibly dumber. (but I love her anyway)

*hugs sanityinstrife and jess_bot* It's that kind of day.

After a recent experiment, I found out I can watch hours of Fairly Odd Parents and still be fully entertained.

My fishtank is dirty. How am I gonna handle a koi pond?

Pirate Booty is inviting David Hasselhoff to her wedding, just to get the decline letter. Seriously.

I suggested she get Mr. T to officiate. Note to self: Best. Idea. Ever.

I just watched A Cinderella Story with Hillary Duff and damned if I didn't think it was just adorable. Sue me.

sanityinstrife: Maybe an abandoned warehouse? Converted into a top-secret lair? I gotta see a man about some carp.

( Harry's intro in The Commune Love Story... title pretty much official now )

Okay, well, in about five months. They accepted my offer!!! I'm so excited I could throw up. And I'm going to have to sell my blood to eat, but I have a house! With a big fenced in yard! And a koi pond! And a screened-in porch! And a shed! And grass! And a tree! And a few bushes! And a patio! And walls and rooms and rugs and stuff!

Settlement isn't until the end of March, because they're building a house and I have to pay for my apartment until April so it works out PERFECTLY!

And since I'm feeling extremely gracious, here's a very very very short snippet of what I'm not naming The Commune Story, but it insists on being called that in my head. In other words, the once defunct Blaise/Hermione weirdass story that was once a gift fic.

( Malfoy was pale and short )

I ended up really liking this Malfoy.

All right y'all. Here is a special sneak peek of what I've written for Nighthawk Nine because it's what I consider somewhat crucial - at least for Blaise's character, if not the actual storyline. HOWEVER, I'm not exactly sure it's coming off right. So you must give me your opinions. And I will love you forever.

( In which Snape analyzes Blaise's character )

At this rate, you'll have read the entire chapter in pieces before I ever post :)