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Crap. Posting for the Chuck AU Challenge starts Monday and I am still nowhere near done with my story. Also I don't even have a title. I suck at titles pretty bad, so that's not surprising, but. AGH. I guess today is the "hurry up and fill in the blanks" day for writing.

Would anyone like to look over the finished product for me before I post it? shigogouhou's been doing a great job beta-ing as we go, but I want a pair of fresh eyes to tell me if things don't hang together quite as neatly as I think they do. You don't actually need to know anything about Chuck because, like the challenge says, it's totally AU. (I mean, the characters are still true to themselves, I think... I HOPE... but there's nothing about an Intersect or the CIA or, okay well there's one reference to a Buy More actually.)

Also, as a side note to that last parenthetical, there's a closed Circuit City up by the mall and every time I see it I think "We should get a Buy More here. I MEAN BEST BUY." but secretly I really do mean Buy More.

Today feels like an organizational kind of day. My first big project was making sure I have all the aired episodes of Chuck and White Collar-- which necessitated some torrenting because I'd missed a couple of each somehow-- and cleaning up my TB drive in general. Next, I think I have to tackle the north side of my bedroom, which is just this side of officially being declared a disaster area.

See, this is how I make procrastination work for me. Either I'm writing or I'm cleaning, doing one is a break from doing the other. At least, that's how it's supposed to work as soon as I stop fucking around on Facebook... goddammit, Facebook, stop having so many mindless games that suck me in! There's a new one that's a hospital... oh god, no, I need to stop.

I am completely fail at making the connection between flirting and first-date-iness.

In writing, I mean, not in my personal life. I'm only mildly fail at it IRL. Speaking of my personal life, I have the Serenity game tonight... in a little over four hours, actually... and I feel bored about it. That's not a good sign. It was pretty clear that I wasn't into it last session, so much that Matt actually asked me when he was driving me home if I'd been bored. I had to cover boredom with 'being distracted and worried about the college thing.'

At least tonight my character has a task to do instead of cowering in the corner while the longest. gun. fight. ever. takes two hours to play out. Hey, she's got the character flaw Non-Fightin' Type, she's worse than useless in battle... and there were like fourteen baddies there. Which was just poor thinking on Matt's part, really.

...see, when I go in for roleplaying, the part I care least about is the fighting. Unfortunately making a character to play to that lack of interest is counterproductive sometimes. Tonight, all I have to do is break into a magnetic safe... and with my genius-level high marks in all things technical, it should be a cakewalk. As long as the guys don't let me get shot while I'm working or something. I would be miffed if I had to come up with a whole new character, which happened to... crap, the one guy in the group whose name I can't remember. His character got majorly gunned down last time, and my meager medical skillz were not equal to the task of negating several dozen bullets'-worth of damage.

My room is clean now, at least. And I'm just about to hit the 5000 word mark in this story, and unless I come up with a really skillful way to skim over some relationship-building it's probably going to reach 6000 by the time I'm done. Longest fic I've EVER written, potentially. (Well, not counting the multi-chapter one, which was a thin excuse to write Mohinder having a lot of sex anyway. This has a plot, kind of.) Go figure that my longest story doesn't even fit into the actual universe of the canon. I am admittedly a whore for AUs, though.

You know what I need to do? I need to completely ignore all of my responsibilities and go look for pictures of Brandon Routh for an hour or two. I think that would help... at least, it wouldn't hurt. >.>

Memery stolen from karaokegal. It's been a long time since I've done a meme like this!

Ask me a question about one of my stories, or about my writing in general. It can be absolutely anything in any fic, and I will answer you as honestly as I possibly can. Don’t hold back. Ask about my plans for future parts of a current series if you want to, or progress on something in-progress that you've gotten an early peek at; just keep in mind that I may not have anything firm/definite in the works. Anything. Whatever you ask, I will try my best to answer.

I don't actually have any current series in the works, but I do have a few WIPs that people may or may not know anything about. General questions are good too!

So...I have two hours until this RP.

I could, I don't know, watch a couple of episodes of Firefly to get into the mood of it, or listen to the Firefly soundtrack someone at fst made...


...or I could watch a couple more episodes of Chuck. For, you know, characterization research purposes. Not to ogle Brandon Routh, that would be shallow and silly.

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