I know this, I know this

Title: In the Ancient Land of Impala
Author: britomart_is
Rating: G for sparkles
Notes: This is the most serious thing I have ever written. It is also all glovered's fault.

( Once upon a time, there was a princess named Sam Winchester. )

So, I still exist. Have not fallen off the face of the earth. Apologies to everyone who is owed comments, messages, etc, etc. Lots of Life Stuff going on that's keeping me obscenely busy, but I can hardly complain because it's all things I signed on for! Come the new year I will have a lot more time and I can't wait to catch up with you all.

Also upcoming: a long, long overdue fic for swan_bite, which has grown considerably from what I originally intended.

HELLO. How are you? (Yes, you. You with the internet.)

IT IS ALMOST SAM WINCHESTER TIME
THE SAM AND DEAN HUG ONCE A SEASON SHOW IS BACK
(Sorry, I'm feeling smug because I didn't realize it was back this week, but the spiritual power of SAM'S HAIR compelled me to turn on the TV and I saw it in the listing. SAM'S HAIR LOVES ME.)

How are you guys? How's it going? I have to wait 3 minutes till it's on and I don't know how I'll cooooooope. 3 -- no, 2 minutes!

WTF is this Nikita shit that comes on first? I miss Thursday nights and the hilarity of the last 5 minutes of Smallville. (I watched the last 5 minutes of Smallville for SO MANY YEARS and never actually saw the show, it's a hilarious way to get an idea of the show.)

It's onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!

( THAT SHOW WITH THE BOYS WITH THE PLAID )

I am housesitting on the beach (I know, my life is so hard, feel sad for me) and taking care of a very sweet, pampered dog. So it's kind of my job for the moment to stay in one place and have no life. Internet is spotty so I'm mostly 1) bored, 2) reading everything on the bookshelves, and 3) walking the dog more than she probably needs.

'Why are you telling me this, you crazy person?' I hear you asking. Well, friend, I am telling you this because if there has ever, EVER been a time when I'm available to beta, it's now. Please feel free to send me things, whether I've previously beta'd for you or not and whether you know me personally or not. Ping me. Don't be shy. Save me from spending three weeks doing nothing but reading the complete works of Eugene O'Neill while petting a dog with my feet.

To The Lovely Lady To Whom I Already Owe A Read-Through On Multiple Stories (She Knows Who She Is): Haven't forgotten. They're upcoming. You are awesome.


PS. A bonus contest! What is happening out-of-frame in my mood icon? Best response wins acclaim and a free unicorn*.


*Free unicorn contingent upon existence of unicorns.

(which should have been posted a week ago!)


( Notes. )