Okay, so it's technically the third

Well, whatever. It's 2am. It's still Sunday enough to be called my post for the 2nd, so I refuse to believe I have failed NaBloPoMo already.

So exhausted from work, and just took a bath, and am feeling slightly antisocial (dealing with customers for nine hours will do that), but will reply to threads/pop online soon.

Have to get up early tomorrow and take my car over to the machanic for a new tyre and a wheel alignment. Balls. Hate getting up early. Hate taking my car to the mechanic (oh my poor wallet).

Nearly finished this random St. Ives fic. Is anyone willing to beta? I don't think it really matters if you know the fandom or not, since it's not very plotty, but I'd appreciate someone who at least has a passing knowledge of the Recency era? I mean, language-wise. I haven't even begun to attempt to make my prose period correct, but I'd prefer it if the dialogue wasn't glaringly modern. The setting is 1815, at the end of the Napoleonic war.

Anyone?

OMG day off

Oh, I love days off. As much as I didn't want to get up today when my alarm went off and I finally became conscious of it (approximately an hour after I'd actually set it - I have no idea how many times I hit snooze, or if I just slept through the radio blaring in my ear), after roughly four-five hours of sleep, I'm glad I showered when I woke and stayed up after taking the car to the machanic.

It's such a beautiful day, and I've extension-corded my laptop outside, so now I'm sitting in the shade with my feet up on one of the backyard chairs, computer on my lap, and the sky is very blue and there's a breeze blowing and the pool looks inviting. Not that I'll go in, because that would require too much effort, and also my hair only just dried.

I just finished reading Camelot's Shadow by Sarah Zettel, which I bought years ago but never actually read (mostly because I remember, the first time I picked it up, that I was on a crime fiction kick and didn't want to read Arthurian romance). I really enjoyed it, actually, and god, I love Arthurian mythology. Zettel played rather well with the story of Gawain and the Green Knight. I love her work. I loved the Isavalta trilogy even more, which uses a lot of Russian, Chinese, and, I think, Indian folklore? Can't quite remember the last, but it's very rich and beautiful.

Anyway, off to write tags and fic, but I just needed to gloat about how relaxed and comfortable I am, after whining about being tired last night.

Fic: My Heart, My Life

Title: My Heart, My Life
Fandom: St. Ives (1998 film)
Pairing: Susan Gilchrist/Farquhar Chevening
Rating: NC-17
Summary: On his wedding night, Major Farquhar Chevening learns, among other things, that the tongue isn’t such an overrated organ after all.
A/N: Thanks to mme_giry_phan for looking it over.

( he knew a lot of things he could talk about like guns or what they’d be doing back at the prison right now if it was still a prison, or the weather, but none of it seemed appropriate for when you were standing in your bedroom with the woman you’d just married, and he had no idea what to say )