The Archer Bitch LIVES

 Heh.  Went out to an Amtgard park on Sunday and got to shoot at people.  I felt really good about the way I was moving--I've been doing some workouts on the elliptical machine at the gym, and it gave me more endurance than I thought I"d have.  At one point, it was me and my shield-man circling around and staying alive while our team came back.  I had a big guy curse my fitness level, so that was kinda cool.

Towards the end, I started to have more battlefield awareness, lining up the enemy so it was one-on-one, moving with my shield-man and finding good shots.  

Day-after soreness isn't too terrible.  Tight through my shoulders/upper back.  Little sore in my legs.  Feels good to be sore like this, actually.

Awakened by plot bunnies

 Finally got the baby to sleep at a decent hour (8pm) and was lying beside her, fully planning on sleeping til morning.  When this god-damn plot bunny emerged fully formed from my forehead, demanding to be written down before it faded.  So I get up to start typing.  

And the baby wakes up.

Fortunately she's hanging out and playing with her toys during her late-evening anti-nap.

trishablooms' fic has inspired me to try out a Karl Urban/Matt Damon pairing.  

Seriously.  I don't even know.

Off to write more now.
-J