I've just taken a moment to type up...

everything I've scribbled in the last week or so in the sparse time I managed to set aside for working on the nuclear fic, and guess what - turns out that I wrote more than half a page, all told.

Which means I'm on page eight now - or, in a more useful unit of measurement, just under 4000 words. My guess is I have another three pages to go. Maybe I can pull it off in two and a half, but right now, the pace of the thing is pretty decompressed, so I think I'll need another half a page or even a page just to get back to the necessary "fast forward" pace without jarring the reader.

This fic has a lot of scenes I absolutely love; some of the recent ones are among them. There's some issues, and I'm still not sure how to resolve those, but on the whole, I'm feeling very good about this story.

I may need to sit on it for a while to find a way to fix its issues, even after it's technically finished, though. But then, that's still a ways off, so who knows. Maybe everything will magically fix itself before then. Maybe I'll just glance at it, some day, and be suddenly enlightened, or something.

ETA: Bonus sentence from fic:

"When they begin to talk, it is about vegetables."

*g*

Heh. How odd: I just realised...

that the two Important Job Applications I have to do this week are in
1.) my mom's hometown and
2.) my dad's hometown.
o.O

Now, applying for a job in 1.) isn't too rare - it's a reasonably big city, and I've already applied for two other jobs there. But 2.) is more unusual - it's a *really* small town. And, of course, to find interesting jobs offered in *both* places in the same week does qualify as unusual. So it's strange I didn't notice that before.

BTW, anybody know how to fix a ThinkPad keyboard when some of the keys keep falling off? Because my e and my t are doing that a lot. Grrr.

The washing machine is fixed.

We will now spend the next several days straight washing the 20 to 30 loads of laundry we've collectively accumulated...