'Fessing Up

I owe more replies than I can say, checks out in the mail, a few good reads stashed up in my inbox (let's not talk about the inbox), and story chapters, including revision work on Whisper and a new chapter for simoneybologna. To say nothing of four new episodes of The Domestics and about five/six other chapters of various things, as well as three new fics or so (not huge) running around in my head begging me to give them time to get out on paper.

What am I doing?

Cleaning up and revamping my published lines of story, creating the backend for both websites (author and publisher), and trying very hard not to freak out at the amount of work involved. Covers to redesign to a new size (we're getting things printed, yikes), alertpay and aweber to set up, stories to write...

Trying very hard to remember to breathe. I feel terribly guilty for all the people I need to contact, do somethhing for, or otherwise notice their existence, but this icon is getting yet another workout. :hugs, y'all: I'll try to come back to you soon.

Ficcing in the comments, just 'cause I needed the break

Title: What's in a Name?
Fandom: X-Men: The Movie
Characters: Pyro, Iceman - roommate fluff
Summary: Sleep is a rare commodity for the Iceman.
Challenge: #412 at writers_choice


Bobby blamed that infernal device: it kept him up all hours of the night, tempted and instigated general mayhem, and drove every law-abiding, well-behaved kid at Mutant High positively batty.

It was, of course, St. John Allerdyce's lighter.

"John!"

Bobby got a glare at that, one he shouldn't be able to see at midnight, but sorry, we've got an almost bonfire in here, and seeing the expression on his roommate's face was all too easy.

"It's Pyro," St. John Allerdyce snapped while simultaneously clicking his Zippo lighter shut for the umpteenth and a thousandth time.

Bobby tried the calm negotiation techniques he'd asked Mr. Summers for earlier. "If I call you Pyro, will you please stop clicking the lighter."

The lighter flicked open. John's hand hesitated. He looked...thoughtful.

Bobby felt his hopes rise.

A long pause, then, "Go ahead and call me John if you want." John nodded conclusively. "Just don't expect me to respond." The lighter snapped shut.

Bobby fell back onto his pillow with a groan.

Obscure and Fabulous Bookiness

From anghara:

"sartorias suggested that she at least might be one of the people who might be interested in reading a list of this ilk, as opposed to "This Is A List of All The Popular Kids" which keeps on circulating in blogland. So, then. How about I start the ball rolling, right here?

What is the best book you've read recently (or the best book you've read NOT so recently) by a writer whose name does not immediately start ringing bells?
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