What Have I Got Myself Into?

Well, I uploaded my new fic, Lay Me Low, onto Ashwinder last night. I don't think I've ever had so many responses to a first chapter! The name of the fic is based on a song by the Albion Band:

I'm a little intimidated, because I'm about halfway through this fic and I'm starting to run into a dilemma of how I want to advance the plot. I think I have two good directions for the plot to go, but I can't decide in which direction to head.

What I don't want to do is to disappoint all these people who have written to me telling me how much they've enjoyed the first two chapters. This one is going to come kicking and screaming, I'm afraid. It's something that, if I can pull it off, may be a good story. If not, I'm going to be a crashing disappointment.

If anyone would like to offer a little advice, I'll send you a private message explaining my plot dilemma and you can tell me which way you think I ought to go.

Jeez, what am I doing, giving myself such pressure? Muse, please help me!

And.....We're Off!

Today's been totally snowed in. Here in thuh sai-uth, we can't cope with snow. It just freaks us out. All the stores run out of bread, milk and eggs, because we think those two inches on the ground is going to keep us in so long we'll all turn into the Donner party and start seeing walking chickens instead of our family members. I shudder to think how we'll deal with the 8 inches we got last night!

Here at Casa del Radiator, it's been a day of writing. I have stopped occasionally for trips to the fridge and the dishwasher, and twice actually deigned to cook a meal for myself and The Hubs, but other than that, it's been indulgent deluxe to write and create. I've loved it. My best pair of PJs have food dropped on them, the cats are lying around like dead bumblebees, bored to tears, but I'm happy as a clam.

It has given me pause for the fic prompt that dear Droxy won in TPP auction. When I first saw it, I thought, whoa, am I up for this? Barring that, am I good enough for this?

Ten pages and 5k words later, I'm getting more and more excited about it. It is a perfect prompt for me to both challenge the things I'm not so confident about and to showcase the stuff I know I'm good with. I think, in fact, it may be just what the doctor ordered. Mimi is reading the Prologue. I wanted someone to make sure I was on the right track, but I really think I am.

Thanks, Droxy. You've got me thinking, scheming and brewing. I think I can deliver.

Mimi sent me the sexiest Severus pic as a 'Welcome to the Neighborhood' gift. I still get a little tingle when I look at his eyes. She's going to send me the original! How cool is that??? What a great lady. First class, one hundred percent.

Sempra drew the most moving art, based on Severus' birthday drabble. Please look at it HERE.  I am constantly amazed at her talent and her way of inspiring me. For her to say that this stunning picture was inspired by me is just too precious to me to articulate. I am humbled by the support of everyone, but these two ladies, along with Droxy and several others, held my hand and brought me here, stayed around to make sure I was settled in,  gave me sweets, promised to owl every day and have made this a great home. I feel spoiled and pampered by my friends. But I'm looking also forward to giving, not just receiving. I give great backrubs. I'm housebroken. I cook passable meals. I love unconditionally. I believe in karma.