Fandom exploded? Again? I didn't hear the three-minute warning. Oy. Fandom, you is funny.

 

Yes, I've checked my interests lists for things that'll get me hurled from the gates of lj (and felt mightily stupid/paranoiac about doing so), but I don't think biscuits, schmoop, and yoga are triggering. Unless they mean something else in the language of porn. *g* It's always possible. You should've seen how surprised I was when I found out what a fluffer is. I'm so tame it's depressing. I should write more PWP.

 

So. I'm feeling uncreative, these past few days – probably 'cause I've got a cold and feel like curling up on the sofa and sleeping all day (did that yesterday). I go through uncreative phases, though, and was thinking about putting together some kind of monitoring system. I could put down what I eat, how much and how well I sleep, what exercise I get, how much time I spend on the computer, how I feel, whether I write, how rushed I am at work...

 

...Or, y'know, I could not. I'm thinking 'not'. *is channelling Wolverine at the moment, and not puttin' up with that sorta navel-gazin' crap, bub*

Oh, is it sad that I find it slightly thrilling that I have an ID swipe card for work, much like the SGC?

Is this post going anywhere? I suspect not. Bear with me. I will write more fic soon. 

Okay, last post (sorry, I've been totally spamming you all today).

Title: It's A Tough Job, But Somebody Has To Do It
Author: Pepper
Rating: G
Featured Character(s): Jack, Sam, Daniel, Teal'c
Pairing(s): None
Summary: It's a tough life, being on SG-1.
A/N: I've done this trick before, but hey – wishful thinking time.

 

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 edit: w00t! Now with comment fic from holdouttrout(and more to come, yay!).