Okay, I think I've turned off my self editor. At least, I'm managing to produce a lot of dialogue without saying "talking heads" so we'll keep on doing what I'm doing and pray the betas approve. Cause there will be a broken jebby otherwise.
Also, computer, last night better have been a joke. We've gone two weeks without a blue screen of death and I LIKED IT. Really, Vera, cooperate with mommy and I'll make sure you get a scene in the Jayne/Inara fic that shouldn't be. (really,
llembas, you and my muse have much to answer for this. even if you aren't directly responsible for the idea. Okay okay, I know, my fault, all my joking about the jayne/inara pairing was just asking for trouble).
Yesterday was good. Very good. B and I went to Wilmington, got out of the city, had two very nice meals, and reminded me how much I hate the clothing styles in just about every woman's store known to man. And there was much teasing of me based on the fact that he's convinced that I harbor evil. Really, I know I had a lot of bad days when i met him and stuff, but the fear in his voice at the possibility of more, well. It was much wierdness but a comfy wierdness. And besides, he's the one that brought up babies and initiated my plunge into light hearted discussion of the future based on the warning that my mother is really ready for grandkids like now.
Oh, and new sneakers. Yay, and incredible sushi. More yay.
And
poisontaster handholding and checking over my mythology for the story and character nuances and and, much hand holding.
And aren't you proud, mona, no clown sex icon.