I inaugurated the new year with thinking up a brand new John/Rodney fic wot sprang fully-formed from my left rib in the wee hours of yesterday morning as I was rocked to sleep in my cabin bed on the channel ferry from Hoek van Holland to Harwich.
How can this happen? I, of the rare and weird -- how come that I am now going to have to write straight-down-the-line popular-as-anything mainstream Sheppard/McKay buddy sex, of all things??
*grabs hair*
But why, o why, did it have to be too sexy to resist??
'cos, my o my, they sure can sizzle, those two.
I'm off to a conference in Manchester tomorrow and won't have time to write this fic on the train as, argh, I'll be writing my bloody CONFERENCE PAPER, argh, *scream*, how did this happen? I was supposed to write this in November, argh.
Life on the edge. I tell you.