Saturday

09:35AM - I wake up.

09:45AM - I call garage. No answer.

09:48AM - I call missybrat, arrange to got to Melbourne to pick up/cash my check.

10:35AM - Mb arrives, we go to Melbourne

11:04AM - I take possession of my check. Call the garage again---no answer---leave message. Discover the branch of my bank closest to work doesn't have Saturday morning hours, unlike the branch closest to my house.

11:28AM - Cash check at Publix. (I wish now I'd picked up a few things while I was in there.)

12:20PM - Hit Woody's BBQ for lunch. Starving. Introduce Mb to their corn nuggets, heh heh. We both have the lunch combo and we both select sausage and spare ribs. Yummy!

01:45PM - Try calling garage again, still no answer.

02:20PM - Zoom up to garage, to discover no one there, no sign my car has moved since being off-loaded from tow truck. (Am pissed.)

02:57PM - Mb delivers me to work. (On the way from Sharpes to Melbourne, I enlighten her on why repeated viewings of the trailer for The Accidental Husband can lead to the overuse of the word "yummy". This includes rhapsodizing about JDM, aka "Sex on Legs". This definitely helps cheer me up.)

03:02PM - I log in. CSR-type shit ensues for the next few hours, blah, blah, blah.

11:31PM - Mb and her SO pick me up and deliver me home.

And that was my Saturday...which is, thank God, my Friday.

Saturday

09:35AM - I wake up.

09:45AM - I call garage. No answer.

09:48AM - I call missybrat, arrange to got to Melbourne to pick up/cash my check.

10:35AM - Mb arrives, we go to Melbourne

11:04AM - I take possession of my check. Call the garage again---no answer---leave message. Discover the branch of my bank closest to work doesn't have Saturday morning hours, unlike the branch closest to my house.

11:28AM - Cash check at Publix. (I wish now I'd picked up a few things while I was in there.)

12:20PM - Hit Woody's BBQ for lunch. Starving. Introduce Mb to their corn nuggets, heh heh. We both have the lunch combo and we both select sausage and spare ribs. Yummy!

01:45PM - Try calling garage again, still no answer.

02:20PM - Zoom up to garage, to discover no one there, no sign my car has moved since being off-loaded from tow truck. (Am pissed.)

02:57PM - Mb delivers me to work. (On the way from Sharpes to Melbourne, I enlighten her on why repeated viewings of the trailer for The Accidental Husband can lead to the overuse of the word "yummy". This includes rhapsodizing about JDM, aka "Sex on Legs". This definitely helps cheer me up.)

03:02PM - I log in. CSR-type shit ensues for the next few hours, blah, blah, blah.

11:31PM - Mb and her SO pick me up and deliver me home.

And that was my Saturday...which is, thank God, my Friday.

The mythical Remote Writing Cabin

Here (http://growwings.blogspot.com/2008/09/remote-writing-cabin.html) is a marvelous post about the mythical Remote Writing Cabin. Which is apparently in some snowy winter wilderness---charming, if you like that sort of thing.

I, however, am not into freezing my noogies off. I'm more inclined to a Remote Tropical Cottage in a hurricane-free zone where cool, gentle breezes always blow. The little bungalow has porches all around and is encrusted with gingerbread---like Victorian barnacles. All of its windows offer some scenic view, be it cloud-scattered sky or wave-spangled ocean, shell-strewn beach or bright green jungle. Inside, the rooms are accented with happy colors---think Fiestaware---peaceful, but never boring.

How can it possibly be boring, when the low tide may reveal a ship's figurehead, canting out of a dune that was mere sand the day before, or a sunset walk may bring a cryptic message in a pale lavendar bottle: Raimund, if I don't return, you must take my sword to St George. Only if my son can pass their test should it fall to him. My eternal love to Jessabelle. My last thoughts will be of her. P."? When macaws flap out of the foliage and perch on the porch railings and squawk: "Thank you, Your Highness!" when you toss them a cracker? Adventure---and plot elements---are everywhere, from the ball-gown that appears in, of all places, the library, to the Chinese junk that appears on the horizon.

When the Muse is irresistable, pull the window shutters closed against distraction and scribble breathlessly until another glowing tale has been told....

The mythical Remote Writing Cabin

Here (http://growwings.blogspot.com/2008/09/remote-writing-cabin.html) is a marvelous post about the mythical Remote Writing Cabin. Which is apparently in some snowy winter wilderness---charming, if you like that sort of thing.

I, however, am not into freezing my noogies off. I'm more inclined to a Remote Tropical Cottage in a hurricane-free zone where cool, gentle breezes always blow. The little bungalow has porches all around and is encrusted with gingerbread---like Victorian barnacles. All of its windows offer some scenic view, be it cloud-scattered sky or wave-spangled ocean, shell-strewn beach or bright green jungle. Inside, the rooms are accented with happy colors---think Fiestaware---peaceful, but never boring.

How can it possibly be boring, when the low tide may reveal a ship's figurehead, canting out of a dune that was mere sand the day before, or a sunset walk may bring a cryptic message in a pale lavendar bottle: Raimund, if I don't return, you must take my sword to St George. Only if my son can pass their test should it fall to him. My eternal love to Jessabelle. My last thoughts will be of her. P."? When macaws flap out of the foliage and perch on the porch railings and squawk: "Thank you, Your Highness!" when you toss them a cracker? Adventure---and plot elements---are everywhere, from the ball-gown that appears in, of all places, the library, to the Chinese junk that appears on the horizon.

When the Muse is irresistable, pull the window shutters closed against distraction and scribble breathlessly until another glowing tale has been told....

SPN 4.1 fic -- None So Blind

Title: None So Blind
Authored by: vanillafluffy
Spoilers for 4.1: Features Castiel, Pamela, OFC
Rating/Work-safeness: PG on general principles
Approximate word count: 2000
Disclaimer: All rights belong to Kripke, et al. Apologies to the Biblical book of Job, chapters 3 & 4, as well as John Milton's Paradise Lost.
Betaed by: pwcorgigirl
Summary: A young woman who has been blinded in a freak accident has a vistor.


( You can take that crap about pride going before a fall and stick it where the sun doesn't shine. )

Feedback is shiny.

EDIT: For a porntastic look at what happens when Pam catches up with Grumpy and Bashful, I highly recommend "Double Blind" (http://thenyxie.livejournal.com/511879.html?thread=7334535#t7334535) by thenyxie!

SPN 4.1 fic -- None So Blind

Title: None So Blind
Authored by: vanillafluffy
Spoilers for 4.1: Features Castiel, Pamela, OFC
Rating/Work-safeness: PG on general principles
Approximate word count: 2000
Disclaimer: All rights belong to Kripke, et al. Apologies to the Biblical book of Job, chapters 3 & 4, as well as John Milton's Paradise Lost.
Betaed by: pwcorgigirl
Summary: A young woman who has been blinded in a freak accident has a vistor.


( You can take that crap about pride going before a fall and stick it where the sun doesn't shine. )

Feedback is shiny.

EDIT: For a porntastic look at what happens when Pam catches up with Grumpy and Bashful, I highly recommend "Double Blind" (http://thenyxie.livejournal.com/511879.html?thread=7334535#t7334535) by thenyxie!