ladyjanelly

Ah fuck. I'm having a day where I need to hide and do nothing and instead I have to finish an autocad job (I had promised it yesterday and didn't even start it). And instead of working on my work I'm farting around on the internet, reading things that are upsetting me and leaving the kind of "Your major premise for this fic is flawed" sort of feedback that I would hate to get as a writer.

Sami screamed at me for nearly an hour before she went to sleep last night, woke up at 2am and yelled for another hour. I thought bedtimes were getting easier. :(

I just want to eat like 20 cookies and take a nap here on the table at chick fil a.

Rest My Secrets (21843 words) by LadyJanelly
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Hockey RPF
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin
Additional Tags: Kid Fic
Summary:

Geno’s been running away for years, from the scandal in Magnitogorsk, from any chance of getting his heart broken again. He’s working as a bouncer in Pittsburgh when he meets Sidney Crosby—hockey phenom, single dad, looking for someone to handle personal security for his little girl.

Okay, so there's nothing written of this one, just the summary/notes of how the story was going to end, but even just the outline sort of broke my heart, and it is never going to be written.

Fair warning for character death and Winchesters not dealing well with being left behind by those they love.

( Exit the Warrior, Today's Tom Sawyer )

 Anybody interested in beta-reading a short (1200 word) Benn/Seguin PWP light-kink fic? 

 Warnings: Animal cruelty, dog fighting, werewolves, ??
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( Where it was going: )

 

 Hey guys, so when the fire happened, I had those SPN jackets I'd painted in a back storage room. They got a tiny bit of smokiness, but not bad, and I couldn't throw them away, so I took them home and washed them with vinegar. 

Smoke is all gone, but the paint has less of a crisp stark whiteness to it and more of a well-loved t-shirt look. The market on Etsy had already sort of quieted down, and I don't think I want to go to the work of re-photographing them without a studio and lights and mannequin. 

So, beloved friend's-list, I'll send them to you guys for the price of shipping (like $10 to most of the US).  I have:

Devil's Trap, brown on a tan jacket, size LARGE. Jacket is sort of blue-tinged from being washed with the denim.

Devil's Trap, white on a dark blue NYJeans zipper-front jacket, size MED, but it's a small medium

Anti-possession tattoo in black with white accents on blue XL jacket

Devil's trap in white on a blue XL jacket, really cute jacket, collarless with big fun buttons on front. 

Anti-possession in white on a blue collarless dk blue jacket, size M (but this one runs small too)

Devil's trap in white, on a size SMALL faded blue jacket

First come, first served, and I've got this listed at LJ and DW both. If you're not sure if the jacket you want is still available, throw your name down anyway while I check on it or whatever.

Still dealing with fire stuff. Things on my plate right now:

• Selecting a contractor to do the work
• Finding a lawyer, because we're out about  40,000 in under-insured rebuild cost and more than that in contents over our coverage, and the AC company was very clearly at fault.
• Dealing with insurance (who have all been super-nice).
• getting a new apartment selected, furnished and moved into. it sounds like a big job to move everything we own between getting up Wed morning and Checkout time at 1pm, but really, it's 2 car loads, and we can put one of them into my husband's car the night before, so it's not that big of a deal
• looking for an accountant to make sure we have some way of dealing with our taxes this year (our previous one disappeared on us)
• Piffy is still not eating great. I thought he had a full meal this morning, but found half of it barfed on top of my shoes. He's lost a little weight (that he could stand to lose) and his poops are normal (he has stomach issues and when they act up his poop is loose and bloody). We'll have to keep an eye on it. He seems to be feeling good, playful and loving.
• AutoCAD work (one small job) + I need to put the building plans from the house's construction into CAD so I don't have to pay an architect to do it.

I'm still writing on Fridays, if not during the week. Still on the Pat/Jonny fic. 16,000 words and growing. More sex-scenes than I think I've ever written in any fic ever, but I don't think any of them could have been left out.

One month in and I'm already jonesing for some craft thing to do. I might have to buy a jewelry kit to keep me occupied with a minimum of mess and bulk to move.

I think I might invest some of Sami's rebuild-fund (a friend held a small fund-raiser for her and got $1500) to decorate her new room once we get into the apartment. We went to Target last night and she really liked some things that I thought were very pretty and would make a cute room. 

We had a catastrophic house fire last night. The house and almost everything in it are totaled.

So yesterday at around 5, I put Sami in the car to take her to my friend Michelle's house so I could leave to go to my hockey game before Sam got home since he was going to be running late. I realized I didn't have my phone or the number of the girl I was going to meet at the game, so I ran back in the house to get it. While I was in, I was like "What's that smell?" and I checked the stove to make sure I didn't leave it on, but it was cold. I turned around, and there was black smoke pouring out of the AC vents. I grabbed the closest cat in one hand and dialed 911 with my thumb and ran outside, tossed Blue into the car with Sami, ran back in, and flames were pouring out of the AC closet. I found Piff in the smoke, hiding and crying behind the kitchen table, grabbed him and ran out again. And then I couldn' think of anything worth going back in for (but now I wish I had somehow had the presence of mind to grab Sami's baby pictures hard drive as I was running out). I left Sami and the cats int he car and ran around the front of the house (still talking to 911) and told my neighbors nobody was in the house before someone could run in. And then we stood on the neighbor's lawn across the road and watched our house burn. All our neighbors were great, I think we had 5 offers of a place to stay the night.

We had just put in the new AC/Heater because the old one was from 1975 and cobbled together--it had a different blower and heating element and parts held in place with duct tape--but it didn't catch on fire, so maybe we should have kept that one.

Our insurance agent is treating us great. The adjuster showed up with a check for living expenses before he stepped foot in the damaged house. They're setting us up with temporary housing and reimbursing us for hotel expenses, etc. We've got to go through and itemize the things we lost. It looks like the house is a total loss. We're talking with a restoration place about saving the keepsakes like the quilts from my grandmother and Sam's grandmother. Everything we own is burnt, melted, soot-covered and/or soaked. But it's just stuff.

I have no idea what my daily routine is going to look like for the near future while we get the house torn down and rebuilt. I have to do the inventory of stuff, but after that, I see a lot of writing time opening up (hopefully). I need to pick up a new laptop today, and we're going to get smart-phones now so we can deal with some stuff since we can't be home.

We're doing okay. Sami is at that stage where her toys are her friends, so she's having a few rough moments, but otherwise she's okay. We're replacing some of the special pieces (Grover, Wolf-puppy, her cupcake lego set).

 I'm trying to do a second month of mini-nano, with a minimum goal of 300 words per day of not-traveling (it's a heavy travel month).

Day 2, 347 words, Kane/Toews D/s setting story (now at 10,979 words)