Yet Another Update!

I spent the weekend listening to "Neverland", "Zagreus", and "Scherzo" again.  I caught a bunch of stuff I didn't the first time around, somehow managed to be eating lunch again during a certain scene in "Scherzo" (at least it wasn't, um, raw meat), resolved to make up a bunch of new verses for the Zagreus rhyme revolving around the EEEVVVIIIILL eating of bread, and got chased by Leela/Romana plot bunnies all day (theirloveissosnarky).

So, uh, yes.  Fun times! :D

Found a very bad habit of mine that I'd like to nip in the bud - I've started finishing people's sentences for them.  *wince* Awkward.  I know it's probably just my way of keeping myself engaged in the conversation (otherwise I wind up on the other side of the room checking my e-mail, picking up books at random, or fixing a wobbly chair leg while talking, which most people perceive as kinda weird/rude - I've actually inherited this trait from both parents), but I think it gets on people's nerves more than the wandering around. 

Ooh, maybe I could do both!

I also need to work on this whole social claustrophobia thing.  If I'm in a car with someone, and they start talking and looking at me at the same time, I feel totally trapped, start hyperventilating, and on one occasion actually had to pull over and get out.  Tiny, closed-in spaces I can deal with.  Tiny, closed-in spaces with someone talking to me and only me?  Not a chance.  (It's worse with certain tones of voice, I've noticed, and gets much worse when the other person is repeating the same ideas over and over again.)

Hm.  I'll have to do some experimenting with this.  I hope it won't be like regular claustrophobia, where the best solution is to always have an escape route planned (since it's not so much the fear of walls closing in as it's a fear of being trapped).  Maybe I should get a pager.  Faking a page is a good escape route.  Ooh!  Or I could just set my cell phone up to ring a certain amount of time into the conversation.  The ringtone's the TARDIS, after all - I could just explain something vague about having to hop into the time vortex and flee.  This is a good plan.

Anyway, that's about all that's new.  Made about sixteen (okay, exactly sixteen) fancy-schmancy graphs with my new software today.  Shiny!

A Wilderness of Mirrors (or: Five Things That Might Have Happened to Martha Hudson)

With as many apologies as I can scrounge up for the horrendous delay.  It's finally here, after my agreeing to write it back in January!  *shame*

This takes a bit of explaining - over on Holmesian.net, being the young and terribly impressionable little newbie-goose I was, I sort of stumbled my way into accepting a challenge given by a certain vampire_cookies, who was obviously on some sort of horrendous mission to corrupt the spendiferously innocent youth of the world.  Namely, me.

Said challenge?  A Mrs. Hudson crack!fic.  Only literally.

Yes, our favourite detective's landlady is evidently concealing a sekrit life of drug-dealing.  This is trufax: the brilliant Cookiefied illustration partway down this page proves it.

So I wrote a story about Mrs. Hudson and all the drugs in her life.  But it came out serious (with anvilicious T.S. Eliot references and everything).  Oops.

Without further ado, I give you:

Title: A Wilderness of Mirrors (or: Five Things That Might Have Happened to Martha Hudson)
Author: eponymous_rose (Unimpeachable Goose on Holmesian.net)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Contains a fair bit of drug use and violence, but somehow manages to have no profanity whatsoever.  Good ol' Victorians!
Characters: Mrs. Hudson, Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Spoilers: Well, if the word "Reichenbach" doesn't send a chill down your spine, you may want to steer clear.
Word Count: 2,113 (a prime number! /geek)
With Much Loff, Dedicated to: Cookies!  This may be nothing like what you wanted, but it was hella fun to write.

( She wouldn't have it any other way... )