I CAN HAS IRON MAN.

Why, yes. I woke my child up and drove to Walmart at midnight to get my Iron Man DVD. Wearing my Iron Man t-shirt. And poked through the four different versions of it they have to find the one I wanted.

Yes, you read that right. FOUR.

They have one with just one disc.

They have the two-disc special edition with all the extras.

They have the one-disc with another DVD with some cartoony thing on it. Tempting, but not the one I was looking for.

And they have the two-disc special edition with the comic.

The comic is shiny, y'all. TOTALLY. OMG. Seriously, pony up for this.

I CAN HAS IRON MAN.

Why, yes. I woke my child up and drove to Walmart at midnight to get my Iron Man DVD. Wearing my Iron Man t-shirt. And poked through the four different versions of it they have to find the one I wanted.

Yes, you read that right. FOUR.

They have one with just one disc.

They have the two-disc special edition with all the extras.

They have the one-disc with another DVD with some cartoony thing on it. Tempting, but not the one I was looking for.

And they have the two-disc special edition with the comic.

The comic is shiny, y'all. TOTALLY. OMG. Seriously, pony up for this.

So, I realized right before five o'clock...

That today was September 30.

And thus the deadline for this quarter's Writers of the Future.

For which I hadn't prepared anything because I'm still waiting to hear back from that one market for the not!Iron Man story, and I wanted to send WotF that because it's one of three on the list that actually pays any-damn-thing for something that length.

Understand that my local post office closes at 6:30. This gave me an hour and a half to print something out that looked halfway decent and get it there.

Which I managed to do. I handwrote the return addresses on the envelopes while it was printing, because it was quicker and also saved me a buttload of aggravation, the way my printer acts with labels.

So. The Faerie Show Fic is off to Writers of the Future. Wish me luck...

So, I realized right before five o'clock...

That today was September 30.

And thus the deadline for this quarter's Writers of the Future.

For which I hadn't prepared anything because I'm still waiting to hear back from that one market for the not!Iron Man story, and I wanted to send WotF that because it's one of three on the list that actually pays any-damn-thing for something that length.

Understand that my local post office closes at 6:30. This gave me an hour and a half to print something out that looked halfway decent and get it there.

Which I managed to do. I handwrote the return addresses on the envelopes while it was printing, because it was quicker and also saved me a buttload of aggravation, the way my printer acts with labels.

So. The Faerie Show Fic is off to Writers of the Future. Wish me luck...

Writing? What is this "writing" of which you speak?

Instead, I'm making wallpaper.



( Behind the cut because whoa, it's huge... )

I need another subplot. Desperately. I know what needs to happen a couple of scenes down the road, it's just a matter of, I don't know, doing a time-jump or something so I'm there. "They all actually got a good night's sleep, and research commenced until not!Harmony had to leave for her audition and then more badness commenced."

Yeah, no. CRAP.

Writing? What is this "writing" of which you speak?

Instead, I'm making wallpaper.



( Behind the cut because whoa, it's huge... )

I need another subplot. Desperately. I know what needs to happen a couple of scenes down the road, it's just a matter of, I don't know, doing a time-jump or something so I'm there. "They all actually got a good night's sleep, and research commenced until not!Harmony had to leave for her audition and then more badness commenced."

Yeah, no. CRAP.