Round 59: Hour 19

[a-phoenixdragon.livejournal.com]

So here I am again - but this time, not as an Usurper - but as an actual Mod. (I know! Frightened me, too!)

So of course, now that it is all 'Official-like', I have completely lost all my wit, vim and asshattery. Typical.

But that is beside the point, isn't it? This is about Words. And the making of them. Alas, I am struggling through coding classes (badly) and getting set to make tuna-fish sandwiches (a little less badly); so the setting of my own virtual pen to virtual paper will not happen (as of yet). Soon maybe...hopefully...*eep*.

I'm quite sure though, that the rest of you are all more productive and pulled together than I am today. Share, share, share!! Tell us about your Awesomeness. Share the wordage you have amassed!

For all those who have not yet had a chance to gather pretty Words and applied them to metaphorical paper, there is coffee and commiseration to the left of the comm (where all the furniture was moved yesterday). Coffee has been fresh brewed - and there are cookies as an incentive.

Let Hour 19 commence!

(Seems there are one or two hours we have lost to the ether. Which is how Rush rolls, yes? No worries. I'm sure we'll find them later.)

Comments

[ylla.livejournal.com]

I am thinking about writing words, but will probably go and eat dinner instead. I thought about it earlier, and then read Yuletide stories.

But I am reasonably sure it's hour 19, because hour 1 was 00:00 GMT, and it's now 18:00 GMT. Time plays strange tricks, though, so I won't count on it too much...

[a-phoenixdragon.livejournal.com]

At least there was the thinking on the writing of the words. *Nods* that DOES count. :D

I double-checked when I was supposed to start - and since it is 1pm EST here and that is when I am scheduled - and it said 'Hour 19', I just rolled with it. I know Hour 10 was eaten by the vortex. The last four hours were done by the marvelous juliet316 and she is pretty good about staying on top of it. I was confused about Hour 18, but I figure that is just me and I have waved my hands about, blamed wibbley-wobbley and laid out this post out like a good woman. Time. Can't do nothing with it. Can't travel in a TARDIS without it. *CACKLES*

Good luck with dinner! Mmmm...food.

[agirlnamedtruth.livejournal.com]

I'm on my way home, trying to decide which is riskier - reading naughty words on the bus or writing them...

[a-phoenixdragon.livejournal.com]

*Grins* Writing them. Definitely. One has a tendency to miss stops when lost in writing. LOL!

[agirlnamedtruth.livejournal.com]

Trust me, the fic I'm reading at the moment is so good the bis could become a plane and take off before I noticed ;)

[a-phoenixdragon.livejournal.com]

Ohhhh!! Love fics like that!! Unnnggghhhh. *FLAILS* Enjoy, enjoy. And may your bus/plane alert you when destination has been reached. As you will obviously be busy. *chuckles*

[lolmac]

Yes, this is (or was) Hour 19. We had Hour 17 twice and no Hour 10, which proves that this must be Fic Rush.

[a-phoenixdragon.livejournal.com]

YAY!! I dinnae mess up the first time out (officially), lol! Whew. Wish my wit was wittier, but alas, coding has made me dull and sobby. Need coffee. Och.

I thought I saw it twice, but when I asked, all was well...so I just chalked it up to ME being confused. I rechecked the Schedule and the time and just rolled with it from there.

Yes...alas...Hour 10 was un-usurped and lost to the ravages of the vortex. Fic Rush is not a dream. At least...I don't think it is. *Pinches self*