In which I am distracted and there is an interlude

So last night I got some late-breaking feedback on I Prefer to Text, and I am a sucker for feedback and so proceeded to blather on about 'the color wheel incident' (don't ask unless you really decide you want to know) which convinced me there is something seriously wrong with my sense of aesthetics.

But how this all ends is the fact that I'm writing a - relatively short - continuation of that fic and taking a day's breather from the you can imagine 'verse.

But we're planning to go hiking tomorrow, so hopefully I will have some pretty pretty pictures to upload and entertain you all with as well.

Right. So apparently I just felt the need to update everyone on that. This entry serves no purpose whatsoever. Now I feel silly. I could decide not to post it, I could definitely do that...but I've written it. Sod it. Honestly. I'm having the oddest day. I'm going to blame it on the weather - it's been HOT and now it's thunderstorming but it's supposed to go right back to HOT in a few hours.

Can I still save this somehow? I could give you a snippet...I'll do that, then I'll feel better. Hang on a sec...

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...there came a loud ‘thunk’ on John’s right, which happened to be the direction in which Sherlock was currently located, eyes still presumably on the ground. He looked over sharply to find his partner looking extremely put out. He sidled over to him, shooting Angie an apologetic smile. “What are you up to?” he hissed.

Sherlock’s reply was irritated and dismissive. “Nothing. The damn squirrels are quicker than I recall them being.”

John looked down to see that Sherlock was holding a slingshot. Oh for the love of – he’d been collecting rocks – that’s what he’d been doing. “Why are you trying to kill squirrels?”

“Mrs Bale won’t give me a chicken.”

John failed to make any connection between the two issues, but realized further clarification was unlikely, as Sherlock was already back on the hunt and paying him no further mind. He considered the matter carefully, and rather reluctantly decided that dead squirrels were among the lesser of the evils with which Sherlock could be preoccupied. It wasn’t long after this that his friend declared, “Ha! Got you, you little bugger!”, then gleefully scampered a few yards to pick up what was presumably a dead squirrel, though John wasn’t close enough to verify the truth of this assumption, and pocket it. Instantly, John realized how very lucky he had been so far in his association with Sherlock Holmes not to have encountered a decaying rodent in any of the many pockets he had been required to dig through in search of his phone.

In which I am distracted and there is an interlude

So last night I got some late-breaking feedback on I Prefer to Text, and I am a sucker for feedback and so proceeded to blather on about 'the color wheel incident' (don't ask unless you really decide you want to know) which convinced me there is something seriously wrong with my sense of aesthetics.

But how this all ends is the fact that I'm writing a - relatively short - continuation of that fic and taking a day's breather from the you can imagine 'verse.

But we're planning to go hiking tomorrow, so hopefully I will have some pretty pretty pictures to upload and entertain you all with as well.

Right. So apparently I just felt the need to update everyone on that. This entry serves no purpose whatsoever. Now I feel silly. I could decide not to post it, I could definitely do that...but I've written it. Sod it. Honestly. I'm having the oddest day. I'm going to blame it on the weather - it's been HOT and now it's thunderstorming but it's supposed to go right back to HOT in a few hours.

Can I still save this somehow? I could give you a snippet...I'll do that, then I'll feel better. Hang on a sec...

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...there came a loud ‘thunk’ on John’s right, which happened to be the direction in which Sherlock was currently located, eyes still presumably on the ground. He looked over sharply to find his partner looking extremely put out. He sidled over to him, shooting Angie an apologetic smile. “What are you up to?” he hissed.

Sherlock’s reply was irritated and dismissive. “Nothing. The damn squirrels are quicker than I recall them being.”

John looked down to see that Sherlock was holding a slingshot. Oh for the love of – he’d been collecting rocks – that’s what he’d been doing. “Why are you trying to kill squirrels?”

“Mrs Bale won’t give me a chicken.”

John failed to make any connection between the two issues, but realized further clarification was unlikely, as Sherlock was already back on the hunt and paying him no further mind. He considered the matter carefully, and rather reluctantly decided that dead squirrels were among the lesser of the evils with which Sherlock could be preoccupied. It wasn’t long after this that his friend declared, “Ha! Got you, you little bugger!”, then gleefully scampered a few yards to pick up what was presumably a dead squirrel, though John wasn’t close enough to verify the truth of this assumption, and pocket it. Instantly, John realized how very lucky he had been so far in his association with Sherlock Holmes not to have encountered a decaying rodent in any of the many pockets he had been required to dig through in search of his phone.

Fic - I Prefer to Text Addendum

Title: I Prefer to Text - Addendum
Author: impulsereader
Gen Sherlock BBC
Length ~ 1100
Summary: John has tried pretty much everything he can think of to stop people texting him that they’re Sherlock Holmes back from the grave and none of it has worked.

Original work here - http://impulsereader.livejournal.com/11532.html - this really won’t make much sense if you haven’t read that - ~3500 words.

So, jobia, who I had connected with previously over Welcome to London and our shared fill for the nearly-drowned John prompt (her artwork is amazing - hop over to her journal and check it out) - recently stumbled across my story I Prefer to Text. She very kindly said, “arghleflah - This is such a good fic that I almost want to demand a continuation (does john figure it out??? what happens when sherlock comes back???) but I think I might be satisfied if I give it a moment.”

Well, I happened to be online and feedback makes me giddy, also arghleflah is a great motivator, so I replied back that I’d think on it. And then - she offered me an art fill if I did - and consequently learned just how nutty I am about art - mostly because I cannot produce any visual art of any kind. So I geeked out on her completely, and here is the result.
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Fic - I Prefer to Text Addendum

Title: I Prefer to Text - Addendum
Author: impulsereader
Gen Sherlock BBC
Length ~ 1100
Summary: John has tried pretty much everything he can think of to stop people texting him that they’re Sherlock Holmes back from the grave and none of it has worked.

Original work here - http://impulsereader.livejournal.com/11532.html - this really won’t make much sense if you haven’t read that - ~3500 words.

So, jobia, who I had connected with previously over Welcome to London and our shared fill for the nearly-drowned John prompt (her artwork is amazing - hop over to her journal and check it out) - recently stumbled across my story I Prefer to Text. She very kindly said, “arghleflah - This is such a good fic that I almost want to demand a continuation (does john figure it out??? what happens when sherlock comes back???) but I think I might be satisfied if I give it a moment.”

Well, I happened to be online and feedback makes me giddy, also arghleflah is a great motivator, so I replied back that I’d think on it. And then - she offered me an art fill if I did - and consequently learned just how nutty I am about art - mostly because I cannot produce any visual art of any kind. So I geeked out on her completely, and here is the result.
( Addendum )