said_scarlett | The Stranger There Among Them Had a Big Iron On His Hip....

I can't even tell!

I woke up in one of those weird moods where I was mad at everything. And then things on the internet were upsetting me - the usual, and I need to learn not to read comments on anything anywhere - so I kind of moped and grumbled for the first hour or so I was awake.

Then I did a slightly stupid health thing and am drinking a can of caffeinated soda. But it's one can, and I will deal with the consequences when they come. I'm in a better mood!

And I've been thinking about writing a lot. My original work is somewhat stalled - I figured it would be, no worries - but recently I've been writing again. And resuming the feel for it and rekindling my love affair with words. And I've been bitten by a kind of epic fic bunny. I don't know if I can do it - I haven't done long multi-chapter stuff in a very long time - but I want to try.

I have to do a lot of research - canonical, historical and mythological - and probably an outline, but I want to do it. But I've realized that all I'll ever write for DT - without it being specifically requested - is the Gilead boys. I love them. As I said to

mnschoen the other day, it's like I'm making up for never getting into the Sirius/Remus thing back in HP. Of course, that's rather constraining. But then it occurs to just what a huge deal it is that Roland dropped the ball with what he promised Bert at Jericho, and how...I can do something with that. I think.

Anyway, I need to hunt down every scrap of information on Dis that has ever made it to paper. And we'll see what happens. At the very least, practice!

I wonder if

husband_brother wants to wander down the Winchester tonight...