30 Pages of Dribble

I wrote all weekend. Ended up with about 30 pages of horrible dribble. I mean, really crap. Bad and no plot, poor characterization, terrible grammar... And it just goes on and on.

The only redeeming factors are Sub!Snape and Swearing!Snape, but you have to read through 25 pages of landfill to get to it. Perhaps I'll post it, just for a laugh. More than likely, it will sit on my HardDrive like all the other half finished things I am working or not working on.

And, as if I needed another idea, I had a plot bunny pop into my head last night.

I should explain that I don't watch TV. Used to ten years ago, and TV was my babysitter growing up. I managed to make the difficult transition and live successfully without it now. Keeping that in mind, the bunny is a ... not really a crossover (females, yuck!) but more a melding. Harry Potter meets Desperate Housewives. I've got this great plot working through my head about Harry taking a lover one street over from Privet Drive during his last summer. Imagine the possibilities! Could be an ex-Death Eater working for either Voldemort or the Order getting nearer to Potter... Could be someone Potter doesn't expect. Could be a really bad Mary Sue.

I have a really weird kink for "X saves Harry from the Dursley's" stories. Perhaps it was because my childhood was so rotten and I wanted someone to come and take me. Help never comes, Harry.

Land Phone

I have a land line! And a new phone#. No long distance or anything fancy yet, but I am mucho relieved to have contact with the outside world again.

Haven't had a phone in a year and a half and it really sucked. One doesn't realize how much Ye Olde Lande Line is used until it's gone. Had to go outside to order pizza, see how mom was going, call in Dead to work (kind of defeats calling in dead)...

I can't wait to call... Nobody. I haven't spoken to anyone in a year and a half. Think people have forgotten about me. :-(

On the good side, have to go down to Terry's tonight to give Morgan back his Mensa puzzle book. Darn, gotta have a beer or two.

Off to Sears to see about a coat tree that the cat won't destroy.