A cookie

Wow. I don't think I've ever whined about anything and gotten any satisfaction.

Oh, by the way: I HATE YAHOO. If you want to know why, simply look at the Y!M site, and see my list of emoticons. Because, friends and neighbors, I am on a mac, a gorgeous ibook. and that means I am on Y!M v. 2.0. No environments, no endless emoticons, no nothing. grr.

So yesterday I did really a lot of writing aside from all that whining. Thanks to fiatincantatum and eccentricfemme, I had a breakthrough on ch 13 of EWFS, and the thing is nearly written. Hurrah! Now, I know you are probably thinking, "Jen, where is ch 8?" Well, it needed some help with the summary, and I sort of took my eye off the ball with the birthday and all. Sending it in anon. I also got ch 10 back from one of my betas, and it may or may not need extensive work in its tone. We'll see.

In the middle of all of that, I was the most complete t00b I have been thus far. I actually had an epiphany about someone else's fic and proceeded to yammer all about it to them. To their credit, they were very nice and patient about my crazy parallel with Huck Finn and buddy pictures. (If you're actually curious, and I have no idea why you would be, I'll yammer at you, as well.)

So, here's a cookie from ch 13, the very end of the chapter, actually. It's very very rough--lucky you, you get to see what things look like when they come out of my head. Anyway, it's set after a ball.

( Five roommates )

Off to beta for Miss Cora . . .

Oh, right, work. Gotta go to work. Dang.