Watson drawing

Things I have done to fix my writing problems.

1. Unearthed my writing armchair from under the piles of clean laundry. Equipped it with a warm blanket.
2. Repaired my headphones. Model airplane glue has a million household uses!
3. Quit Adium.
4. Made a nice cup of really hot coffee (as a Brownian motion source).
5. Put on a tried and true comfortable familiar writing soundtrack.

Now maybe I can get stuffs done, where by "stuffs" I mean this weird little piece I'm trying to finish so I can creep you all out with it. My mental title for it is "the thing that happens right before the wingfic", which is completely misleading about its content.

It's dried out and turned cold around these parts. It's still cloudy and it looks as if it might rain at any moment, which it is indeed supposed to do. The cats have, in consequence, been spending their time piled up either on top of each other or on top of me. Even Mr Fluffy Standoffish has spent time sitting on my chest, interfering with everything I attempt to do.

Many things make me suspect that this is the year of sprawling Buffy/Giles epics for me. Even if all I do is finish stories I've already started, it'll be that year. Also, I can feel the itch to write more Holmes crossover gen. But first, some wool socks and this ficlet as warmups.

PS: Weirdest concept fandom has presented to me recently: the Holmes/Watson fanmix. Of contemporary pop music. This is almost as baffling to me as songfic.
  • Current Music: Rank 1 : Airwave : Ferry Corsten Live at Innercity, Amsterdam RAI
I want an historically accurate fanmix, just for a change of pace, with popular songs from 1889 or whichever year that was, with pieces mentioned in canon added in for spice. Or perhaps some long rambling violin improvisations, if such a thing exists.

Part of my problem is that I am fussy about music.
Well, for the duration of this afternoon and evening, at least.

I still haven't booked my UK trip. I am fail.
Tell me about it. I'm going this spring just to see Head's silly play and I still haven't bought tickets. I go to the Old Vic site, pick out seats, and then never buy them. I have no idea why I can't commit.
Oddly enough it's the play that's wigging me out too. I love London. I love live theater. I have enjoyed both of them in the past and expect to in the future. But this particular experience of them would be fannish at a level I am not really comfortable being. It's the character of Giles that gets my brain going, not the actor who played him. I do like the actor and think happy thoughts in his general direction, but... Meh. I make no sense, I know.
I'm sitting here watching a Buffy ep, thinking about how much I love Giles. Actors mean very little to me, but I'll never get closer to meeting Giles than ASH. It's like Buffy Live, only not.

(Can you tell I'm trying to psyche myself up for this?)