I have an odd conflicted feel about Veterans Day. On the one hand I did spend two years in the Navy. On the other hand I didn’t do anything. I never made it farther then Norfolk harbor. Whereas hubby went to Iraq and Afghanistan. So while I applaud veterans and thank them for what they did and do. I don’t feel like I belong in that category.
This might not make sense.
Am I the only one who thinks of John at Baskerville when Bilbo puts his hand over his mouth in the Hobbit trailer?
After all the angst I’ve been writing I feel like i need to write a fic where John and Sherlock get a kitten. Or something.
Apparently I’ve got mystrade on the brain. I’m writing another small story at work today. I know I have other stuff to write.
Also I have 50 works on AO3 now. Apparently Sherlock makes me prolific.
Just realized I missed a Sherlock human appearance in my selkie fic. That’s okay, I don’t think it would have advanced the plot anyway. Oh well.
I just realized…I’m married to a dude that’s mostly Dean Winchester with a bit of John Watson. Sadly not into my geek stuff though. But…he’s Army (Afghanistan AND Iraq), loves pie more then anything, constantly listens to classic rock, has a decent collection of firearms, is utterly loyal, does NOT have an impala, but has had several other classic cars, built a bit like martin freeman… yeah, I’m a lucky lady 🙂
I have a newish job at work and suddenly a lot of free time. So I wrote my first destiel. Going to be part of the rodeo universe au though. Working on the next Selkie chapter too.
Okay, my name is different I get that.
But!
If you are responding to a discussion board post I made, my name is *right* there. How/Why are you still calling me Miranda? That is not my name, classmate.
I got to work and suddenly realized I’ve had no caffeine today and I feel like I’m talking through mush. Time for an emergency Doctor Pepper.