In which I am distracted and there is an interlude

[impulsereader]

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.

Comments

[quarryquest.livejournal.com]

Hee! Sherlock is not being allowed anywhere near Molly Hamster then!

[impulsereader.livejournal.com]

We will keep Molly Hamster safe and sound! Now I'm wondering what else is in Sherlock's pockets, though. Probably nothing, wouldn't want to ruin the line/cut of his clothing, but he seems like the sort of person who would have mad things in his pockets.

[chloris.livejournal.com]

Tell me about the color wheel issue! You've mentioned it before and now I'm curious. *g*

[impulsereader.livejournal.com]

Well, you see, I should have picked red because then all the results would have been reassuring pinks and magentas and such. But I picked yellow, and the shades that I ended up with were bizarre - truly bizarre - and I was convinced I somehow must have done this wrong. How on earth was that a shade of yellow??? How was it changing so drastically when I hadn't added anything other than black to it? Now, there is no way to do this wrong, really, you're just adding progressively more drops of paint and I can count just fine, so when I did it over I got pretty much the same thing. I was forced to acknowledge that this must be correct, but ever since I've been convinced that yellow is a very tricksy thing. This was also the final nail in the coffin that was my hope that I might ever be decent at art. I cannot draw and I do not trust the color yellow anymore. You can't be an artist when that is your reality. Or at least, that's how I remember it. :0)

[f-m-r-l.livejournal.com]

Yellow is a very tricksy thing. I once did something in a monochromatic color scheme for someone and she kept going on about how much she liked that color green I was using. There was, of course, no green in the thing. But we eventually agreed on what color she thought was green, and that it was fine where it was. I wasn't going to argue with a client. Wouldn't have made her happier, wouldn't have made things go by more quickly. :-)

[impulsereader.livejournal.com]

Yes! This! I couldn't understand how I was getting green, especially! I hadn't added any blue! After having the primary colors drilled into me I felt betrayed and deeply suspicious.