Kotoba no Renkinjutsushi ~ 言葉の錬金術師 ~

Been a busy couple of weeks between my mother's visit and the Fiesta (Viva San Pietro!). Haven't really had a weekend to myself where I could sit down and write. But now I have four whole days off in a row, so I have high hopes that I may get over my case of writer's block and cough up enough words to post.

Happy Fourth to all those in the U.S. of A. I'll be in Rockport tomorrow evening watching them set tons of shit on fire.

Title: Submit, Fight, Fail, Fall (or why you can't fight the blood that's in you)
Author: akainagi
Rating/Warnings/Spoilers: NC-17 / warning for references to past non/dubcon / Spoilers for XI
Fandom/Pairing/Prompt: Star Trek AOS AU, Kirk/McCoy
Disclaimer: Alas, I do not own Star Trek.
Summary: Spawned by Word Wars over at jim_and_bones. Jim Kirk is an omega with a chip on his shoulder. He's convinced all alphas are assholes. Then he meets one that isn't.
Author's Note: This fic features the alpha/beta/omega trope. For a background on this trope check out the fanlore wiki HERE.

( No matter what Jim decided, Leonard had this now. )

Title: Submit, Fight, Fail, Fall (or why you can't fight the blood that's in you)
Author: akainagi
Rating/Warnings/Spoilers: NC-17 / Spoilers for XI
Fandom/Pairing/Prompt: Star Trek AOS AU, Kirk/McCoy
Disclaimer: Alas, I do not own Star Trek.
Summary: Spawned by Word Wars over at jim_and_bones. Jim Kirk is an omega with a chip on his shoulder. He's convinced all alphas are assholes. Then he meets one that isn't.
Author's Note: This fic features the alpha/beta/omega trope. For a background on this trope check out the fanlore wiki HERE.

( So in three weeks when I take another alpha, you’ll be okay with that? )

Hope all my peeps in the U.S. are having a bangin' Memorial Day weekend.

So today I am holed up inside, trying to avoid cleaning by staring at word documents and waiting for inspiration to strike. I am legit the slowest writer on the planet, as anyone who follows any of my fics can tell you. There have been so many times I have been tempted to just quit writing, but my latest fic is up to 22k 24k, and after that much work I'll be dipped in shit if I gave up now.

So I pounded out about 2k of porn yesterday, which is actually really good for me, so I should be feeling kinda good, but instead I'm in a funk.

We had our DPH survey at work a couple of weeks ago, and it didn't go too badly. My unit actually did very well. So now we can just get on with the business of running a nursing home without worrying about the big bad wolf coming and blowing our house in. Again, I should be feeling good.

The Bruins are going to the Eastern Conference Finals again, which is awesome, but makes me a little melancholic. My dad would have loved to see them wipe the ice with New York like they did last round. I still miss him and it's been ten years.

It's weird. I'm not actually depressed per se. It's just kind of a "bleh" attitude that comes from holing my antisocial ass inside all weekend and not having much human interaction.

All I can do is plow on, I guess. Beats the alternative.

Title: Submit, Fight, Fail, Fall (or why you can't fight the blood that's in you)
Author: akainagi
Rating/Warnings/Spoilers: NC-17 / Spoilers for XI
Fandom/Pairing/Prompt: Star Trek AOS AU, Kirk/McCoy
Disclaimer: Alas, I do not own Star Trek.
Summary: Spawned by Word Wars over at jim_and_bones. Jim Kirk is an omega with a chip on his shoulder. He's convinced all alphas are assholes. Then he meets one that isn't.
Author's Note: This fic features the alpha/beta/omega trope. For a background on this trope check out the fanlore wiki HERE.

( You’re a hard guy to hate, I guess. Even when you fuck up my life. )

I took the management job. Which means I am now am having a general, all-purpose feak-out that I actually took the management job. But trying to put my best face forward and think positive for once in my life. If anyone sees a puff of smoke over the North Shore of Massachusetts, it means I spontaneously combusted from the effort.

The weekend off is a very welcome thing, even though I'm working on Christmas proper. Here's hoping for a quiet holiday night. And after that I go on day shift. Sleep, how I've missed you.

Lastly ...

( Happy Holidays from the city of fish sticks, drunken sailors and Saint Peter )

I have been messing around with photoshop, which can only end badly. Here are the fruits of my boredom labor. Hopefully the pretty that is jim/bones will compensate for my total lack of artistic talent. Rated G for gratuitous use of the greyscale.

( Jim/Bones prettiness under the cut )

If anyone would like a holiday card, I am sending them out this week.
Just shoot me a message with your address or reply in the comments (they are screened) and I will pop one in the mail just for you.

Yay! Lets do the hell out of this holiday thing!

Woohoo night off! No med cart for me tonight. Although I will be doing some self-medicating. *eyeballs bottle of wine in the fridge*

I continue to plod through my space_wrapped. It's totally terrible so far, but I have high hopes that it will actually get done. I was thinking of turning it into a five and one fic, which would be much shorter and focus instead on the main charater interactions instead of getting bogged down with technical details. I like writing cheezy shippy shit and h/c and angst much more. And, as always, I find that I enjoy editing what I've already written far more than I like actually writing. Must be the ex-copy-journalist in me.

Almost plowed into a deer on the way home last night. Unbelievable. I lived for over three years in the boonies of Berlin and I barely saw deer. Yet I come withing six inches of hitting one in the middle of a Massachusetts highway. At fifty miles per hour. Without my seatbelt on. I saw my life flash before my eyes. Note to self: your life is fucking boring.

And when I got home from work, I had missed a night of Word Wars. I hate you evening shift.

akainagi has a new userhead. And, yes, she is referring to herself in the third person just so she can show it off.

Now I am off to therapy to bitch to a professional. She is not anywhere near as tolerant of my shit as my f-list is.