Yes, I've been absent for an age. I've been busy fighting suckiness and working and skating and following Penguins. There's not much time left in a day after all that stuff.
( So. Penguins. With pictures. )
( So. Penguins. With pictures. )
- Where am I?:Penguins Heaven
- How do I feel?:
ditzy
Here is a hockey fic that I wrote for a challenge ages ago and haven't had time to post here.
Title: A Head Start.
Pairing: Crosby/Fleury
Rating: Hard R… not as smutty as I hoped.
Word Count: 809
Disclaimers: This is fiction. It’s not even real in my brain, so don’t believe a word of it.
Author Notes: Thanks to
captainlogic for overcoming her prejudice against Penguins long enough to beta for me.
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Title: A Head Start.
Pairing: Crosby/Fleury
Rating: Hard R… not as smutty as I hoped.
Word Count: 809
Disclaimers: This is fiction. It’s not even real in my brain, so don’t believe a word of it.
Author Notes: Thanks to
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- Where am I?:The Zebra Chair.
- How do I feel?:
tired - Listening to...:Nite Runner- Duran Duran
I've been so very busy lately that the only time I sit in front of my computer is to get hockey scores. Work has been mad, but now we only have two mares to foal down and 40 on the ground, so I had tonight off. It feels odd to know that I'll get a little sleep in on my day off.
I've also been told by my GP that I am a "Nomlie." (I used to love Dark Angel.)
( This might go on a bit. )
I've also been told by my GP that I am a "Nomlie." (I used to love Dark Angel.)
( This might go on a bit. )
- Where am I?:The Zebra Chair.
- How do I feel?:
lazy
I'm not entirely sure why I'm doing this. Perhaps I have some kind of disease that makes me join challenge comms and then write stuff to a deadline so that I can read it back later and think... "Why?" Perhaps I just suck.
Whichever it is, I wrote this and now I'm posting it in my journal. I'm sorry, but I know I'll do it again and again until I get it right.
Title: The Beginning of Something Big.
Pairing: Crosby/Fleury
Rating: PG because
Word Count: 2,173
Disclaimers: This is fiction. It’s not even real in my brain, so don’t believe a word of it.
Author Notes: Thanks to
el_plato_sucio for checking this over for me, particularly the French.
- Where am I?:The Zebra Chair
- How do I feel?:
disappointed
