April 22nd, 2006

children of dune - leto 1

update to recs page

Updated my rec page with 66 new recs (literally, I counted here), mostly Sheppard/McKay, some gen, some Sheppard/Ronon, one Sheppard/Ford. If anyone, anyone can remember who wrote that John/Cameron one, in the name of God, hit reply and show me where it is.

*fingers hurt* It was supposed to be a flat one hundred. Yeah. My fingers gave out big time. *moves remainder to empty doc for next time* I think I fixed all the links and titles, but if you see any mistakes--especially if it is your story--seriously, again, reply, email, whatever.

And yes. That is that.

Dear God, my fingers are cramping up.

ETA: Make that sixty-seven recs and added Sheppard/Mitchell. God I love that story so much. Now done! Yay! Thanks, birdsflying
children of dune - leto 1

it's the afternoon. it happens.

I have decided that, should anyone ever want to give me a priceless gift that will make me eternally grateful, it would be a keeper. Someone who will instinctively know when I am starting new stories that will turn out long, despite the fact I am working on--Christ, *four*? Really?--WiPs that I keep posting publicly instead of hiding them in a folder to slowly grow or die tragically. When their Jenn-stupidity-sense itched, they would send out emails with inspiring things like this:

DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE THINK OF CLONE!JOHN FIC UNTIL AT LEAST A QUARTER OF YOUR WIPS ARE DONE. HANDS OFF!

--Keeper Person

Or this.

JENN I WILL FIND YOU ON AIM NO MATTER WHICH FAKE NAME YOU ARE USING WITH MY JENN-STUPIDITY SENSE! CLOSE THAT BLANK DOCUMENT *RIGHT NOW*

--Keeper Person

Or perhaps this.

I AM HOLDING THE ONLY RABBIT THAT WILL EVER LET YOU TOUCH HIM HOSTAGE.

--Keeper Person

Or just maybe, this.

DO THE WORDS NO MORE COFFEE EVER MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU?

--Keeper Person

I'd like to just state--God, I have no idea what I'm stating. PRU DOES IT MORE THAN I DO! GO LOOK! I CAN SHOW YOU HER WIPS! THEY ARE MANY MORE! I think. *chews on nails* I hope. God, I hope.

Yeah. Welcome to my afternoon. Hostile rabbits, bearded dragon too long, and me staring longingly at clonefic before hiding it away. I hate the universe. Well, I don't. I hate not having a secondary brain to handle this stuff. I'd like one of those, too.