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Sometimes you sit down to write something serious, only to end up opening an entirely different document and writing the beginning to a story about volunteer vampires in outer space. That's just the way the ball-step-change happens during Nano. Like this picture. I was going to try and choose something a bit whimsical for your Friday, and then BAM! Mod ninjas. Like the volunteer vampires, I feel this is a step in the right direction. Let's embrace it. What have you written this week that's surprised you?

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In non-Nano news, I had my interview yesterday and I think it went okay. I was nervous as hell and I'm worried I looked desperate, but I didn't throw up on her shoes, so that's something! She said she wanted to have a decision made by next week, so here's hoping it's a decision in my favor. I really don't want to have to find a new new job, guys.
Write. Comment. Repeat.
In non-Nano news, I had my interview yesterday and I think it went okay. I was nervous as hell and I'm worried I looked desperate, but I didn't throw up on her shoes, so that's something! She said she wanted to have a decision made by next week, so here's hoping it's a decision in my favor. I really don't want to have to find a new new job, guys.
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Date: 2011-11-04 12:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-04 12:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-04 01:02 pm (UTC)I.........will have to think about this one.
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Date: 2011-11-04 02:51 pm (UTC)All my fingers crossed for you re: the job. Not throwing up during the interview is always good!
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Date: 2011-11-04 11:26 pm (UTC)***
"What the hell are you watching?"
Erik tries to lift his head, but the room goes...spinning.
"My god, have the two of you had that entire bottle?"
Charles slams the door behind him and Erik and Moira wince in unison.
"You didn't come home!" Moira says and she sounds so much like one of the kids from the daycare that Erik has to snicker. "You said, you said--um."
"You said you'd come here," Erik clarifies. "To meet her. And you didn't. So what the fuck else was I supposed to do with her?"
Charles drops on the couch hard enough to make Erik go all wobbly again, but it's Charles and he's been gone all day and Erik is terribly, embarrassingly smitten, so he tries to kiss him. It doesn't go quite as planned, but he's perfectly happy just pressing his face into Charles' shoulder.
"I can't think of anything better to do than getting her drunk and watching terrible movies with her," Charles says. He pets Erik's hair.
"The scotch was lonely," Erik says.
"Erik was lonely," Moira says. She makes kissy faces and Erik swats at her.
"I'm terribly sorry," Charles says. "I was stuck on the train, I didn't have any reception." He strokes Erik's hair again, and Erik burrows into his sweater. "I'm glad the two of you managed to find some common ground. Even if that common ground was my best scotch and..." He gestures at the television. "Whatever that is."
"Quality...terrible...something," Moira says. Erik gropes around the coffee table and raises his glass in agreement. Charles snorts. "Quality terrible movies. And less than terrible scotch And, besides. It's not our--we have, you know--other common ground. We have you!"
"Mm," Erik says. "We do."
"Well, thank you both," Charles says. "I hope you're as charitable when you're both hungover come morning."
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Date: 2011-11-05 09:32 pm (UTC)I am totally saving the other drabbles to treat myself with when I've been good, or I need something nice.
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Date: 2011-11-06 03:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-06 03:29 am (UTC)