Kareoke soul

Another day in the ROK...

Well, not really. Another night babysitting because I officially have no life. I am so tired, and from doing so little. When I got there, Helen's friend Fiona was there, and they got to asking me about my predicted grades for my GCSEs, and from there we went on to career choices, and from journalism to war in Iraq, and from there to the first journalist to die out there, the man who apparently died from falling off a roof. It was unconnected to the war. How you could randomly fall off a roof in a war zone is yet to be explained.

When they left, I didn't even try to do and French, although I did take my book for appearance' sake. I started writing. I now have three pages of Crowley/Aziraphale slash to type up, and I can't read my own handwriting. How embarrassing. It would be more, but I kept on being interuppted by Laura, the baby. She would start crying, I'd panic and go upstairs, and she'd be quiet. I'd go back downstairs and she'd start again, I'd go back up and she'd be quiet. This happened several times, and tired me out more completely than just one screaming fit (on her part!) would have done. I gave up on the writing after a while and read The Player of Games - am finally beginning to enjoy it, but I knew I would eventually.

Helen and her husband (his name is Chris! Chris!) got back at about eleven forty-five. She was remarkably happy for one so sober (she's pregnant and obviously can't drink). Apparently the party they went to featured a kareoke machine, and she'd left Fiona singing "I did it my waaaaay..." at the top of her voice. She was planning to pick her up on the way back, but didn't expect it to be an easy process. She'd already paid me by then - fifteen pounds, because they were back late. I told her not to, I tried, but she wouldn't be deferred.

I am now going to bed. Much too tired, although I may begin typing up the Good Omens fic. Will have to wait and see.

Easter

Last night it took me about half an hour to type up what I had of the latest fic, which was less than I though and means I can throw away the handwritten sheets. I'm really, really enjoying this fic, which usually never happens. It's fun. And the fact I'm writing an Easter-based fic on Easter Sunday is not wasted on me, although I do find Easter mystifying in general. There's the fact it changes date every year, despite the fact it supposedly commerates an actual historical event, and there's the fact Good Friday is called "Good" Friday, despite the fact it would seem to be a spectacularly inappropriate name for it. And there's the resurrection, which is all well and good if you believe in that sort of thing, which I don't.

And then there's the eggs. I know eggs symbolise new life, but where does it say they have to be chocolate? Families apparently give them to each other, whatever, blah angelcakes, just another excuse for me to get pissed off.
I guess it's just another holiday I don't like, like Christmas and Diwali and Mardi Gras and Holi. I like New Year's. I like my own birthday. Apart from those two I don't really like anything, because it's not as if they make much difference to me and Christmas in particular is galling.

Nevermind... it's Easter Sunday now, so it's nearly over.

And anyway, I have fic. Really odd fic, but fic nonetheless.

Spelling; and fic: Easter

What have I achieved today?
Mostly, I've been forgetting how to spell things. It's been going on for a few days - in mid-word, I'll suddenly realise I have no idea how to spell said word. I had to look up "interrupted," but there were others. Embarrassingly, I had a spelling age of sixteen when I was eight. Nothing seems to have changed since then. I still can't spell "usually." Usaully. Usually. Whatever.

But despite this slight handicap, I have been writing, on and off, and have produced something more or less worthy of posting. It's tentatively titled at present; I may change it later.

( If you don't like slash, you don't have to click this link )

That's my first fic in the fandom. I enjoyed it far too much for it to be the only one, but I don't think these characters are as easy to get on paper. Stargate and M*A*S*H - they're easy to do, because their voices are so clear. This was a challenge, definitely.