Happy American Thanksgiving! Happy Birthday elderwitty! Happy everything else I've missed since my last post. ::grins::
Things have not been going well, friends. My brother is going through a divorce, and not a nice, chill one like mine. He got booted from his house, so he's set up shop on my couch for the unforeseeable future. I love my brother, I do. But not every single day in my tiny apartment. He's also unemployed, so there hasn't been any help with things like groceries, although he's been doing some handyman things and a lot of cooking. (He cooked for me on Thanksgiving because I had to work.)
Even better is that his girlfriend also spends the weekends living on my couch. Too. Many. People. Seriously, my apartment is tiny.
The most immediate fallout from this situation is that my writing has dropped off to almost nothing. I have no quiet time. No alone time. My brother went visiting relatives this past weekend and told me to enjoy the solitude. Which is funny, because I worked all day Friday, was out of the house for my own holiday visiting all day Saturday, and then he was back on Sunday.
Needless to say I'm very worried about my Secret Santa deadline, which is December 7th. I've made almost no progress on it, unless you count restarting it about four or five times. Not good, not good, not good. If anyone has a direct line to the powers that be, please put in a good word for my brother. He needs a job and an apartment that isn't mine. Please and thank you!
But somewhere along the line I did find time to write, so here's my one thing:
Title: Dance With the Devil
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: John, Rodney
Warnings: Murder, dark character, description of a corpse
Prompt: Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, John's the charismatic serial killer who's been terrorizing people all over [east/west coast/state/area] and Rodney's the FBI officer who's been chasing after him.