Walk About

Tabby eased herself down into the rocking chair her parents had given her. She hadn't expected to find herself attached to it, but she was. She rested one hand on her expanded belly, as she began to rock.
The door swung open and Kyp stepped in, his ears were perked in a way that Tabby read as shyly hopeful and she smiled. "Come on in," she said, "I was just resting."
"Oh," Kyp said. He walked over and settled down on the footstool.
"What's on your mind?" Tabby asked.
"Do you sing to her?" Kyp asked. "Mother says she sang to me in the womb."
"I haven't thought of that," Tabby said, "and you know how he gets when he's awake."
"It's a girl." Kyp said, toying with the end of his tail.
"No, a boy," Tabby replied, "I have a feeling." She hissed, "And he's kicking again. Let's try this singing thing." She hummed for a moment, and then began to sing, "Hush little baby don't say a word. Papa's gonna buy you a mocking bird and if that mocking bird won't sing, Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring."
"That song makes no sense," Kyp protested. "She's a warrior, you should sing about her future in battle, doing great deeds as you have."
"Um, no," Tabby replied, "he's a warrior, but that's not the kind of thing you sing to a baby, Kyp."
"Then how will she know what she'll be." Kyp asked.
"He will find his own path," Tabby replied.
A door slammed, Kyp leaped to his feet and headed for the closet while Tabby stiffened. Then she relaxed and began to sing again. "And if that diamond ring turns glass, Papa's going to be you a looking glass."
"What'cha doing?" Mike asked as he bounced in the room.
"Just singing to the baby," Tabby replied.
"Oh, I thought a cat died or something," Mike replied. Unfortunantly, Tabby might have been inconvinced by her pregnancy, but she was still fast enough to smack him before he got out of the room.

I've been up since five am with a need to write, the problem is, I don't know what I want to write. I'm not ready to fix the mess I made of Kendrix's arc, and I don't want to start the last yellow story yet and I'm way too intimdated by the challenge of the silvers to start that. Of my originals, the sequal to 'pants' is on hold while I work in how Kyp's ears and tails would affect...everything. Star Crossed is on hold until I have the money to actually drive from the bay (I can't spell the town's name...) to New Orleans via home and my aunt's place so that I will know what I'm writing about. The dark-fic story is probably going to be scrapped because it held my attention for about a week and now I'm more wtf than anything.

I'm tired, and cranky, the dogs want to go out, but they can't 'cause they'll wake the neighborhood and I have nothing to write!

And I'm job searching.

What is wrong with that scenario?

Not only do I have a job, I like my job; my boss is cool, my co-workers are fun, and the work is (almost) easy.

Why am I job searching?

Because I didn't work last week.

And I got twelve hours on my last paycheck.

And I got eight hours the paycheck before.

so, I am job searching.

Do you realize how good Jack would be at playing 'I'm not touching you'? That is, assuming he can go through humans like he does everything else.

I've finished the second arch of Yellow Hearts (celebrates) all that's left is the third arch, the pinks, and then the big one, the Silvers.

Your result for The Fan Fiction Personality Test...
Once you fall in love with a movie, book or TV series, you are loyal like an old dog. You take fanfiction quite serious and use it as a substitute after the canon ran out. You are probably a walking dictionary of your favourite fandom and you are picky about what you write and read. The closer to the "real thing" fanfiction is, the more you like it. You rather explore a character in all depth, see new sides and learn more about them than creating new characters or mix up the situations they are in.

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Not only do I have all this work that I'm trying to do with the Brotherhood (not to mention they broke the internet at work), but now, I have a Stargate Atlantis fic beating at my brain. "The World According to Rodney McKay". Because, apparently, seeing the first ten episodes and reading a bunch of fanfics makes me an expert.

Also, why are all my icons Ranger based? You'd think I was obsessed or something...


End Rant

It's insane.

I've finished Who Heals the Healers (FINALLY!) and am on to 'After Blue', which is about, obviously, the Blue Rangers. I've gotten that written, I'm just posting it slowly. I am working on the sequel to Healers aka Strangers are Friends. First chapter done, uncounted to go, which spans from Maya to Taylor.

Today I started a story I'm calling 'White Sister'. White Sister is about Tommy's first meeting with Alyssa (You were with Cole when he got arrested!) It's cool because I'm using the story to outline the issues with SPD that form the "plot" to the Rainbow Brotherhood. (I never knew what it was before...) But I'm not supposed to be writing the Whites yet! I'm supposed to be alternating between Three Days In Hell (or how Zhane's parents met) and Strangers. White isn't even the story that follows Strangers but preceds the third Yellow Hearts Arc. That's supposed to be the Pinks. The Whites are many many stories away.

I need help.


Three Days in Hell is a story from the Silver Dreams 'verse, about how John Stewart (Justin's Dad) met Katanya, (Zhane's Mom) and Zhane was born. It features a rather laid back man (John) who rescues an alien (Katanya) and helps her escape from mercenaries. Katanya spends the whole story insulting Earth (it's not even a real name!) John's truck (primitive land craft) and John's sense of direction (it doesn't exist!) While John bites his tongue and makes sure she doesn't say too much to give away her extraterrestrial origins. Except the night John gives up, gets drunk and starts a bar brawl that involves a biker gang, two hookers, Katanya, the mercenaries, and a duck.

The story is going to be fun!

So, this is probobaly going to be an on-going thing, but I love my laptop. It has a program called OneNote. Now what this program does is it organizes everything. The reason I like it is that I can type a quick command and have a little notepad pop up and I can write down something, like what I have decided to name Billy and Cestria's kids, and then close the pad and it gets saved until I can go back and organize it. It's a very useful thing that I can see using no matter what story I'm writing, to keep track of things like phrases from my Elven Stories, the names of random characters, or even ideas for stuff that will play out in sequels. All I have to do now is go in and organize the random notes into their appropriate notebook.

So, I have been accepted to An Archive of Our Own, and am planning to get my work up there. However, everything I have is rather disorganized and unbetaed. I'm hoping that someone here will have some spare time on their hands AFTER THE HOLIDAYS, and would be willing to either help organize or beta my stuff before I put it up there.
So, um is anyone willing?