Fic I've been working on is about half done and very rough. I think I'll get the rest done soon, then have to go over it and fix all the crappiness. As it stands now, it's around 500 words...and it need to be filled out a lot, so I'm guessing the completed length at around 1000, maybe 1200. Nice little one-shot. I have no idea why I'm writing it though. I feel like I'm hitting a cute little undead puppy with a stick. And then making it fetch.
Anyone in for beta-ing Zombie!Owen angst when I've finished?
( A bit about Torchwood, and particularly Owen (spoilery for 2.8): )
I finally broke down and spent some of the money that I got from selling my car. I bought four things...the first two arrived this week, and I'm very happy. The first: new shoes! I have been drooling over these for quite a while. They're the exact color of my 1983 liz claiborne purse (six bucks at a vintage shop...awesome!) It was only after I ordered them that I realized the Sixth Doctor also had bright green shoes...so, obviously, I have an awesome sense of style...right?
Second thing: Yarn! Yarn for my Fifth Doctor scarf! It shall be amazing...so I may be able to join the who knit-along after all.
Umm....that's it for now, I think. More to blather about, but it'll have to wait till later.
notes to talk about:
There is an owl hooting outside my window. Hoot. Hoot.