Hi 4am! You look familiar. Have we met before?

The next part of Halcyon is doing well and should be up tomorrow. I need to sit down and work out a plot arc for this monster because right now I'm wandering blindly round Angst City without a map. I don't even know what pairing it's supposed to be and oh dear, omniscient author is not supposed to admit that. Still I have faith in my muses. They'll work out what they're doing. I hope.

I sorted my pin board out today so I could get all my postcards up and found a Post-it with mercury32's number on it - so if I'd *thought*, I could've rung her last Friday. *sighs* But no, because that would've involved being intelligent and actually being able to find the Post-it under the ten billion other Post-its. Am sorted now, so should be able to cope in future. :) Hah, us? Cope? Naaahh...

You know, Gossip is a very good film. Not to mention James Marsden is pretty. This film would be in my top ten list I think. *contemplates* I hate people asking for your favourite film/book. I can narrow it down to ten or even five favourites, but *a* definite favourite? Not happening.

Hey James Marsden performed one of the songs according to the credits. o_O Since when did he sing? Did I miss something?

Moving on, repeat after me: No matter how long you stare at your f-list, it will not do tricks. No matter how long you stare at your f-list...

I owe several people comments and I apologise for being lax and lazy lately. I blink and days disappear. Will try to catch up over the next few days inbetween Philosophy revising. I'm even starting to lose track of which comments I owe or not and it's getting crazy. I should make a Post-it list, since I can actually read them now my pin board is tidy. Hhhhmm.

No matter how long you stare at your f-list... ^__^

Bed sounds good right now. There will be fic tomorrow. Not promising you'll like it but... that's just how life is. I'll find Fluff Highway again at some point. Interestingly my creative writing pieces have been getting fluffier and fluffier the last few weeks, perhaps because of the overload of angst in the fic world. So at least the fluff bunnies are finding an outlet somewhere.

Right, to bed. Suppose I should do some work tomorrow. :) Considering how lazy I've been the last two weeks...

Clo

o_O

...

clo = stupid.

That's all you need to know. >_<

Fic later.

I've been going round and round in circles...

...trying to find a way I won't be killed for this. Keep in mind the saying 'don't believe everything you read'. Trust me. I sort of know what I'm doing.

Title: Living on Promises (Halcyon 2/?)
Rating: PG-13/R (for now)
Pairing: Implied Roddick/Fish (again for now.)
Summary: … The world ended. People didn’t. Not quite.
Notes: AU fic set in a hypothetical post-‘apocalyptic’ near future (I do love my apocalypses and jumping on the current AU bandwagon seemed like a good idea.) But this is one plot bunny that hasn’t had enough caffeine to sort itself out yet and I’m still sorting the threads out, so bear with me. Centred mainly around Roger’s POV with side trips into... well that would be telling. ;)
Disclaimer: Hasn’t… um, won’t happen to my knowledge, the various tennis players own themselves. Blame the plotbunnies. They started it.
Dedications: For liroa15, who may refuse to speak to me after this. For scoobydumblonde who let us convert her. For everyone who encouraged me with this. It may have been a bad idea. :)
Warnings: Abuse, violence, deaths of various RL people you may be fond of, mentions of terrorism, voluntary/involuntary drug use, the world post-‘apocalypse', probably more I've missed. It’s all fun and games here.

halcyon - adj 1: idyllically calm and peaceful; suggesting happy tranquillity; "a halcyon atmosphere".

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Part One - The Wasteland

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( H2: Living on Promises )

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