not a perfect metaphor

This plot was the best idea ever. (So was convincing Quinn she'd like Warehouse 13 after all. It only took me four years! Speaking of, dear back half of the season: Please be awesome. ALSO HOW IS [GUEST STAR] I DO NOT EVEN.)
Meanwhile, Fic Friday! Leave a prompt here if you're so inclined.
( in which I was only on Twitter this week )

There's an interview meme going around, and I got some questions from ceitfianna:
( questions that need answering! )
If you want to play, I can't guarantee I'll be quick to produce questions (that's always my downfall on this type), but:
Comment to this post, and I will list seven things I want you to talk about. They might make sense or they might be totally random.

Then post that list, with your commentary, to your journal. Other people can get lists from you, and the meme merrily perpetuates itself.

One of these days, I will have an icon for an OTP that is not completely doomed; today is not that day.
I have not seen the now-infamous flow chart, and I don't think I want to, at this point. But for what it's worth, I will show off the awesome ladies in my icons:
( there are not many at all, but there are a few. )
Also, places where I have written things lately: The Doomed Ship Ficathon and the Bechdel Test ficathon.
(Also also how is it Yuletide time already.)
Still need to check out that gaming shop; still need to write more Vincenia; finally came up with a character for the brainwave of a couple weeks ago, but only one does not a story make.

Figured out why I was stuck on Vincenia last night. It's still going slowly, but it's going again.
\o/

Things of note lately:
*My grandfather's home from the hospital for the second time in slightly over a month.
*How excited am I for new Warehouse 13 on Tuesday? THIS EXCITED.
*I'm extremely late in this, but I'm jumping on the Percy Jackson bandwagon. Finished The Lightning Thief this morning and semi-promptly went to the library for The Sea of Monsters. In conclusion: OMG(s). Seriously, you know you're in for a treat when the first chapter title is "I Accidentally Vaporize My Pre-Algebra Teacher."
*Awesome Ladies Ficathon. Truly a thing of awesome.
*...I have 98 pages in my Vincenia file. O_O (Admittedly, it's 97-and-a-bit, at the moment, but. STORY, I HEART YOU.)
*Got myself a copy-editing gig! \o/
*Also: I filled my car tires almost entirely by myself tonight. I have ongoing struggles with getting an accurate read from my pressure gauge, so the fact that that's not where I had to ask Dad for help counts as Epic Win, in my book.

Hokay, so. I need to write rather badly, but my brain is stalling out.
And so I turn to you: Leave me some words or phrases I can use for prompts? I'm going to use them for original work, so odds of me posting the results are very low, but I will do my best to fill them.

*It must be Friday. I never could get the hang of Fridays.
*It was Us Vs. The Machines at work this morning; I think the registers had a conspiracy going. (And work!Tubes were down for a while, which... may or may not have something to do with the weather up north? I don't know if that's based in MA, but it wouldn't surprise me.)
*Local alumnae club's dinner thing was Sunday. Pretty awesome, I think.
*We have Milk from Netflix; I watched it yesterday. I don't usually go in for things that I know are gonna end badly, but I thought that was one I needed to see. Excellent movie, that one.
*I am wondering why my sweatshirt smells like tap water on the coast. It's been washed since the last time it would've been anywhere near a coast (if I even took it along).
*I had to drop out of a fic thing because Vincenia has pretty much taken over my writing brain. I... actually like that state of affairs.

Meme time, because why not: If you could have me write a fic specifically for you, what would it be like? Fandom, characters/pairing, genre, plot elements, kinks... what's your ideal fic from me?
We're separating my ornaments from my parents' as we take stuff off the tree (hopefully it'll be of some use before December...). I have approx. a crapton of angels.
Tomorrow, I think I might try to detox my room (it's in desperate need of cleaning, partly so I can get my piles of stuff out of the living room and help Mom with her zen) and try to watch the Warehouse 13 episodes I missed over the summer. And keep poking at Vincenia; I think my writing spirits are buoyed by (a) finally having the nifty spreadsheet to keep track of the numbers and (b) having the I Do Two contract back in my hands. (PUBLISHING SQUEE, y'all.)

Brain. VINCENIA.
Note how that does not sound anything like 'Warehouse 13 hijinks based on the killer concert.'
...you're going to make me do it anywa now that I've started, aren't you.
::facepalms:: VINCENIA, SELF. FOCUS.

On the bright side, I have clearance to squee about a little something now.
That good news I mentioned Thursday? I'm getting published again.
It's a donation to the next I Do anthology, so I don't get more payment than a warm fuzzy feeling, but that's all right. The warm fuzzy feeling is quite awesome, and very very necessary right now, what with everything.
So there's that, at least.