April 29th, 2008

Japan - Autumn Leaves Geisha

Travel Notes

We stayed at the Gold Hill Hotel this weekend, which is the oldest hotel in Nevada. Highly recommend it if you're in the Virginia City area. On Tuesday nights, they have historical lectures w/barbecue for $15 a person.

Will have photos later.

Later: this was supposed to be posted at fripperies, but I guess it can go here too :)
Methos - Forest

Highlander Recs

My tour of duty is over tomorrow, and I just read that no one is signed up for May, so why not toodle over to hl_recs and sign up? The minimum required number of recs is four, and if I can do it, anyone can , considering that the majority of Highlander fic out there I don't even read. I still have stories left over to rec!
Japan - Autumn Leaves Geisha

More About My Writing Than You Ever Wanted To Know

Pillaged from aeron_lanart, a veeeeeery long meme.


What's the last thing you wrote?
Part Nineteen!! of I Remember You Not Fondly -- the monster fic that won't die.

Was it any good?
I like to think so.

What's the first thing you ever wrote that you still have?
I wrote a fictional diary of a girl on the Oregon Trail when I was 13. That's when I really locked onto the concept of wrting as fun and something I wanted to do.

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Quote something you've written.
I've always been fond of this, from 'Not Without Loss'.

Wearily, he closed his eyes, scrubbing at his hair in agitation. When he looked at her again, he held out his hand to her. “We’re going home now. Come on.”

Still she hesitated. “Methos…”

“Triona,” he warned, his voice once again becoming stern, “don’t push your luck.”

“Or what? You’ll shoot me?” Once the words were out, she regretted them. At the look in his eyes, she wanted nothing more than to take her ill considered taunt back.

“Do you really want to find out?” he replied coolly.

She didn’t answer immediately, carrying on an internal debate as to whether he really would shoot her if she didn’t cooperate.

The debate was interrupted by an exasperated, “Yes, I would.”

Glaring, Triona ignored the still extended hand, and pushed past the ancient Immortal in offended silence, his soft laughter behind her only making her feel more persecuted. He came up to walk beside her not saying a word, but she knew if she looked at him, he’d have that damn smug smirk on his face.