JayDee

Why do all the ideas that sound awesome and inspiring at night sound so ridiculous and boring in the morning? Is it the sun?! Is the sun ruining all my fun? Bite me, sun! 

I took a challenge story back on March 24, and since then I’ve
Calculated a Hohmann transfer orbit from LEO to the Earth-Moon L4 point. Calculated another such transfer orbit (from Jupiter to Earth) to represent the planet-killing asteroid’s fall toward the Sun and thus the Earth. Looked up several minor moons of Jupiter. Done research into how dark matter can hypothetically collapse into small objects like planets or asteroids. Looked into the differences between baryonic and non-baryonic dark matter, to explain why nobody sees the object coming but it can still cause a mass extinction upon impact, and… Done research into a proposed space colony (the Stanford Torus) to have dimensions and structural plans for the station upon which our characters escape the devastation being inflicted on Earth. All of this for a mostly-incest PWP where a young man, his mother, his female best friend and his elder sister must repopulate the human race.
I may have gone overboard.

listening to music to try to get back to writing. going to try to re rewrite chapter 1 of my pregnant fic again. fingers crossed.

I am back, and slowly getting to the point where I’ve picked everything back up again. Which means, if you’re wondering why I haven’t been reviewing lately, it’s because I’m just beginning to catch up on my reading.
I love holidays, but they do tend to make me lose my way when they’re over. Never literally as yet. I mean, I’ve always managed to get the train back eventually, though if the service degrades any further that might change.
Looks like I won’t be holidaying in Brunei anytime soon. What a world.
I am back in Wales at the end of the month, though. They putting a bit of opera on.

does not recommend stair surfing.  Things get broken.  Like your neck, your collarbone, and apparently your wrist. 

Writing a sex scene with a female dog means I can use “The bitch” as a descriptor and it’s not problematic. Which is nice, considering the entire rest of the scene is problematic as hell.

Writing a sex scene with a female dog means I can use “The bitch” as a descriptor and it’s not problematic. Which is nice, considering the entire rest of the scene is problematic as hell.

Writing a sex scene with a female dog means I can use “The bitch” as a descriptor and it’s not problematic. Which is nice, considering the entire rest of the scene is problematic as hell.

Writing a sex scene with a female dog means I can use “The bitch” as a descriptor and it’s not problematic. Which is nice, considering the entire rest of the scene is problematic as hell.

Writing a sex scene with a female dog means I can use “The bitch” as a descriptor and it’s not problematic. Which is nice, considering the entire rest of the scene is problematic as hell.

My Scrabble app does not recognize “jahoobs” as a word. Those 88 points were rightfully mine.

Watched this with my little niece then this happened. When Disney goes dark they don’t kid around.

So, there is something very wrong with the universe when my 24-year old niece is undergoing chemo for Ewing’s sarcoma.

Have I ever mentioned how much I fucking hate cancer?

Feeling like rewriting some of the oneshots I formerly had up here and took down, possibly reposting them.  Maybe.  Possibly.

Google “Naked Man Orchid”. Just do it. Now you know that’s a thing that exists. You’re welcome. 

I am away for a week and will be without internet… wish me luck!
Hopefully, I will get some writing done. I plan to extend and write more of an original story that @CloverReef has helped me with – thank you so much!
If all goes well, I may start posting that upon my return.
Later!
 

My cat has been trying to convince my dog to cuddle him for a good two years now but the dog is too scared. So the cat just spent the last few hours using a big farty dog ass as a pillow. That, my friends, is dedication. 

I think the dark pit might be breaking to see some light.  A tiny sliver, but that's enough, right?  Pull myself back through, carry on.  Despite what has happened in that time, I want to say thank you, to all you guys.  I appreciate it.  .

I told myself I’d wait a week in between posting more. Then I told myself I’d wait a day. Now I feel like waiting an hour is stretching my limits! I want to rain gratuitous porn upon the world!!!!! 

『ああ、ごめん、ごめん、探したよ』 My heart melts every time I hear that line… ::sighs dreamily::

I'm in a strange mood. I'm nervous I think, because I gave ninestar a poke. And the implied no I decided to accept last month is way easier than getting the official email lol. I'm not pretending I know what they'll say. But for my own sanity I gotta brace myself. I also have a ton more respect for those of you who have gone through rejections and kept on truckin

Day UK leaves the EU: 29th March.
Day UK government bans internet porn: 1st April.
Nothing can go wrong here… nothing at all!
Seems you will be able to visit porn websites if you go into an actual shop and physically purchase some kind of weird licence for a fiver, which you’ll need to use within 24 hours. This will be sold to you by the very last person alive that you want thinking of you and sex. Though even getting to the counter may well mean having to fight your way through a violent melee involving people fighting over toilet roll AND people who left it too late to buy bread and are now battling it out for the last Soreen.

So, having managed to somehow wangle the day off work, I have spent most of it rewriting and redrafting an original story based on an idea by JayDee. There’s a little bit left to go, but I think I’m going to leave that to tomorrow since it concerns the ending, and I want to pitch it just right. I have no idea if this is any good at all, but I’ve decided to just wallow in the feeling and use it should I ever need to describe performance anxiety. I mean, who knows? One day, I might finally have gotten Elrond off with so many people that he really can’t… you know… face it.
That’s a lie. If that ever happened, he could always face it…
There’s no sex in this story. I’m going to need to write some after this. I’ve got several smut-filled unfinished tales to choose from. Maybe I’ll pick on Brienne & Co. Or Rikki. Mmm… Iason.
Okay, I am sleeping!

So, I need to rewrite two scenes in Part Seven to varying extents (one scene is getting shifted from Kevin’s PoV to Luzurial’s, and another scene just has the setting changed), and on top of that my muse called and wants to throw something that will (hopefully) be kind of sweet and romantic at the beginning of the love scene.
Combine that with the fact that my work schedule the last few days has been somewhat rough and the result is I have to try and do all of this tonight.
Should I not be able to manage it, nobody be surprised if Part Seven doesn’t appear until Tuesday or (at the latest) Wednesday morning.  This will not affect when Part Eight is uploaded, since Eight just needs a little polishing instead of the work going into Seven, but I just wanted to give everyone a heads up.

Well, I’m back, and I may even be writing again. I’m not going to say what’s been happening, because that would just bore you all – and me. Suffice to say I suspected it before, but now I know that Hell is dually purposed as a carpet shop. You’ll finally realise how many rugs you’re standing on when cackling demons start pulling them from under your feet.
Something is off with the universe lately, but perhaps it’s settling itself. Except, there’s Brexit to look forward to. Of all the things I hate, I hate that I’ve become one of those insane people who keep shelves full of bottled water… just in case. All we need is a second referendum, then the people of this country will vote ‘No Deal’ like lambs to the slaughter.
Ah, well.
For as long as it’s possible, I may as well potter about in my own AU’s.