I probably have it, but I can't remember which one. The one thing I can remember is, near the end, Steve asking Tony for a new phone because his is stupid.
I'm trying to break the nasty case of writer's block I'm suffering from. I have a story idea, but I could use a little help with the details.
The bunny has a character taking a motorcycle trip through the U.S., all fifty states. What I could really use are places for him to stop along the way. Not touristy things, or not just touristy things, but things he could happen on to that give him a flavor of the area. As an example, where I grew up in western Maryland, they have an Autumn Glory festival in October, probably this weekend, with a parade and all kinds of other things. It doesn't have to be big, he'd prefer it if it weren't, but just pieces of regional things.
Also, does anyone here know if you can get to any part of Alaska on a motorcycle, and how you could manage Hawaii?
Thanks. I'll try to be a little more sociable. (Depression is a bitch!)
The Mystery of John WatsonAuthor: humantales Fandom:
Thanks to the kindly and patient quean_of_swords
for her beta.Spoilers:
A Study in Pink, although it's compliant with both seasons.Disclaimer:
All publicly recognizable characters and settings are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended.Author's Notes:
I have a long story running through my brain that I'm trying to get organized and written. This is the prologue/teaser that I'm posting so I can stop rewriting it and get on to the next bit. And to see if anyone else is interested in reading it. ;-)Summary:
John Watson isn't just the first flatmate Sherlock has ever wanted to keep; he's a puzzle
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I keep trying to write and post regularly and keep failing pretty miserably. That last word is the reason for the failure: I feel miserable. It's nothing serious; just day-to-day stuff that's getting me down.
About a week before Thanksgiving, I reached over to the passenger seat of my car and picked up my laptop . . . and pulled a muscle in my arm (I thought). Usually, after a couple of days, the pain goes away. I finally gave up just before Christmas and went to the doctor's. After an MRI, I discovered that I have tendinitis in my right shoulder, so now I have to do the anti-inflammatories & physical therapy and IT STILL HURTS! (Of course, I just noticed the expiration date on my acetaminophen: 08/07. Probably not helping any.)
About the same time, I would up with an ingrown toenail on the big toe of my right foot. Which I kept waiting to get better (because they usually do). I finally went to the doctor (I hate going to the doctor unless I'm actually sick. It feels like a cop-out to go for pain relief.) who yelled at me (I'm a diabetic and need to be more careful of my feet) and sent me to a podiatrist. Who fixed it in about half an hour WITHOUT PAIN. (I'm still impressed with that considering what he had to do to fix it.)
Then, the first week of December, I was driving my son home from his Asperger's group. I'd been tired and swerved off the road. Fortunately, it was on a town street, so I wasn't going very fast. The only thing hurt was my 8-year-old Saturn, which was totalled. (Thank God Max wasn't hurt; I don't think I'd ever forgive myself.) So, we've had to go and get a new car, which we really weren't planning on.
And I suffer from depression. Always.
The end result is that I'm doing drive-by posting these days, very few reviews or posts to other people, and I'm sucking at returning emails. And, of course, I'm feeling lonely because I'm not reaching out to anybody because I feel like crap. And round and round and round.
I've got a great idea for a long(ish?) story, or maybe a series of stories, but I don't have the energy or mental focus to write it. (Although I'm going to consider posting the prologue/teaser to see if anyone's interested.)
Don't get me wrong: I have a good life and I know it. My husband did well on "billability" (working too many hours), so we're going on a cruise next month. We're planning a road trip for Max's spring break and a cruise for our 25th anniversary in August. We both have good jobs, a lovely house and a healthy family. I know I'm lucky in the life sweepstakes.
On a happier note, Max got his cousin into Doctor Who over Thanksgiving, so we gave him the season 5 DVDs (since Max introduced him to Doctor 11) for Christmas. He proceeded to get my sister hooked, so now I can talk to someone in my family about Doctor Who! Which is pretty darn cool. (Now I have to see which of my stories she'd enjoy/understand.)
tl:dr: I'm around even if I'm not making any noise.
I'm trying to write an original story for NaNoWriMo this year. I have the basic setup, but I wonder if you, my kindly f-list could help me out? What are your favorite storylines/tropes? I'm keeping it general so I don't sabotage myself.
Thank you and enjoy your own writing this month!
I've been able to convince myself for several years now that I don't need a smart phone. $360/year for the cheap data plan; it was an easy decision.
Then I got Goofy an iPad for Father's Day. I don't want an iPad for myself; they're too big and bulky. But, oh, the connection, and the camera. All that stuff.( Cut for boring financialsCollapse )
A while back, Goofy won a "Night on the Town" thing from his work; this equates to a gift card intended to be used for a night out for he and I. We finally decided to use it on the Taylor Swift concert he's been wanting to go to. Not really my thing, but he's been indulging me quite a bit lately and I enjoy her music.
Tonight was the night. I had a new temporary crown this morning (my dentist believes
in painless dentistry, and I amuse her by getting high as a kite on the nitrous), we puttered a bit and then we went to the show.
First, I enjoyed myself. Not what I would have chosen, but I had a good time, danced to (some of) the music, and if I didn't leave high, I also didn't leave let-down.
However, I'm clearly getting old. I couldn't understand any of the lyrics by anyone, except for the bits of songs I actually know. (It sounded to me like the volume on the instruments was higher than the volume on the voices, plus the amplification distorted the voices enough that I couldn't understand them.) Also, when I pay for a seat, I want to sit in it. For a pop singer with an audience of mostly (very) young women, that wasn't happening.
It was an entertaining show. It wasn't just live music, it was a full show with a complement of dancers, who also performed up in the air on those fabric trapeze things (not in the mood to go Googling/Wikipeding), an elaborate stage, multiple costume changes, etc, etc. Lots and lots of energy.
And now I'm tired and I'm going to finish winding down for sleep. (And maxgoof296
did blog tonight; I missed it the first time around.)
Good night all.
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mom-post (which will continue until maxgoof296
gets used to doing this.)maxgoof296
, I would appreciate it if you would, at least sometimes, respond to my posts. I will be trying to be a good role model and post daily as well.
Your father has suggested that you post about the movie. If you do so, please put spoilers under a cut so those who haven't seen it and don't want to be spoiled can remain unspoiled. Go here
to see how to do a cut.
/end of mom-post.
We're on our way home from a week off. I hope to be able to go through all my emails tomorrow and actually post a bit of a trip report, but I'm doing this in the airport, so I haven't much time.maxgoof296
is now in Florida with his grandparents for the summer. I've also set him up with a dreamwidth account in the hopes that blogging will work better than phone calls (which he gets distracted on) or emails (which he hates doing). Fingers crossed (and I'm waiting for your first blog post, sweetie.)
Talk to y'all later.
Until Goofy comes home for an extended time.
In recent months, Goofy has been running around the country, trying to come up with billable hours to make his paycheck continue to be what it should be. He's also been working very late hours. The result: Max and I aren't seeing Goofy much and, when we are, he's mostly tied to the #*($ computer (in a not-fun way). However, Max finishes school for the year on Wednesday, Goofy comes home that night and we all have the weekend off. Max and Goofy go to a ball game on Thursday while my sister B comes up (I'm a little nervous about this, to be honest; we don't have a whole lot in common.) Friday, we head into NYC for the Pompeii and Harry Potter exhibits at the Discover Museum at Times Square and then Zarkana (Cirque du Soleil) in Radio City Music Hall. Exciting stuff. Saturday is rest and cleaning. Sunday is the picnic, where Max's two best friends (plus brother) will be there with parents.
All I have to get through is three partial school days and one doctor's appointment (where final decisions are made about anti-depressants.) I'm tired, I'm cranky, and I can't wait.
Goofy had a quiet Father's Day, which he spent setting up the new iPad he got for the occasion. He protested (expense, especially relative to my Mother's Day gift (which is awesome!!)), but he's really happy with it already. (It impresses me as a bad size: a little too big for easy portability/use and a little too small for power computing - but maybe not.) He's excited, which is all that counts.
And, now, I'm taking myself to bed. **yawn** Good night.!