The Grey Blogtress

I just realized today all of my word counts weren’t appearing. What’s up wit’ dat? Probably something else for me to research, and thus distract myself with. I hope to eventually get an image mood list like I’ve got on GJ, and the post icons. But I completely and totally digress.

See! See! See! We’re no longer pirates ladies and gentlemen, that’s right, we’ve officially arrived in the Pegasus Galaxy. And about time too, I was starting to feel a little disgruntled floating outside of Atlantis in a big wooden boat. Right now we have Rodney McKay’s smug mug staring at us, but I’m hoping to eventually start a collection of banners, that once I figure out the coding, will rotate around and around and around, so each time you visit you can stare at something else. (It would also allow me to have a less “fandom” themed skin, and something more generic. Either or though)
And while I was a busy beaver Saturday, yesterday was also very successful (part in thanks to the internet going out), and I was able to finish off three scenes, and now I am just 500 words shy of 6000, meaning by the end of the day, if I write 1500 more, I could very well catch up. The excitement, the anticipation,it KILLS! So in celebration of (almost) catching up, I’ve decided to share a tiny excerpt of what I’ve been working on.

(It has been cut for those of you who really don’t care about it, but for some bizarre reason are reading my writing journal for some preverse kicks).

John chunked his pillow as the second piece of vine tried to sneak up on him from behind. This was insane. Not only was he being chased by a plant – he was being chased by a plant that apparently could strategize. He leapt off the bed, landing in an ungraceful heap. Quickly he rolled back to his feet, and but just as he reached for the radio on the floor, one of the vines darted out at him.

He leapt back, took aim, and fired off another round from his gun, splitting that piece again. He didn’t wait this time, and leapt over the stunned plant. From the floor he heard the radio flare to life.

“Major Sheppard, we’re hearing reports of gunfire in your area. Please report back.” It was Weir.

“Sorry, busy!” He shouted back at it as he shimmied back as the three pieces tried to back him against the corner. The innocuous-looking evil seed spawns of horror closed in quickly. “Oh screw it!”

He emptied the rest of the clip into the remaining pieces, stunning them long enough to skirt around them and pick up his radio. He tossed away the useless gun as he slid out the door into the hallway, entirely too reminiscent of Tom Cruise in Risky Business. The vine spawn was right behind him. He sprinted down the hall as the vines gave pursuit.

I’m starting to feel the need to illustrate out scenes for when things are broken up into chapters. For whatever chapter this snippet appears in, we’d see the “Risky Business” shot ala Sheppard, which cracked me up far too much last night. I think it was sleep deprivation.

Anyway, back to the writing. I have to take Beckett hostage now and move things along. Oh yes, not sure if it was apparent, in said snippet, but the Major is running around Atlantis hallways in his skivvies. I blame my beta-reader Gayle, for making the innocent suggestion that the plantling catch a ride on John’s pants. I however can not blame her for my mind interpreting that as an excuse to make a pair of pants attack someone. I guess I really am a freak.