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What's this you say? I am a writer?

Not a video editor or a graphic designer?

And what? I have unfinished fics on my hard drive waiting for my return and instead I am using all my time playing around with photoshop and adobe premiere?

Oh? My professor won't accept "I was busy making desktop wallpapers" as an excuse for not having my flash fiction portfolio done?

Hmmm. This is something to think about.

Fic: Pause

So, this is a drabble. This is totally a drabble. It's a... 2553 word drabble. *headdesk* I fail. Written for xc_runner50. Prompt: "Buffy, why is there a Spikebot in the basement?"

Title: Pause
Fandom: BtVS
Rating: PG
Characters: Spike/Buffy
Timeline: Post series, ignores Season 8 comics, as I haven't read them.
Summary: Spike is reunited with Buffy, only to find that he has been replaced--by himself?

A/N: Okay, so this was totally supposed to be humorous, and then it ended up being very fluffy and somewhat dramatic. *sigh* I swear, I don't control my writing, it controls me.


This story has been nominated for best Short Story, Best Buffy Characterization and Best Spike Characterization. Thank you to whoever nominated me!


( Neither time nor demons stopped for Buffy Summers' love life. )

Fic: Pause

So, this is a drabble. This is totally a drabble. It's a... 2553 word drabble. *headdesk* I fail. Written for xc_runner50. Prompt: "Buffy, why is there a Spikebot in the basement?"

Title: Pause
Fandom: BtVS
Rating: PG
Characters: Spike/Buffy
Timeline: Post series, ignores Season 8 comics, as I haven't read them.
Summary: Spike is reunited with Buffy, only to find that he has been replaced--by himself?

A/N: Okay, so this was totally supposed to be humorous, and then it ended up being very fluffy and somewhat dramatic. *sigh* I swear, I don't control my writing, it controls me.


( Neither time nor demons stopped for Buffy Summers' love life. )

Worst. Day. Ever.

Today has been a very bad day. Here's what happened:

So early this morning, while I was working on a revised story for my fiction class, I decided to eat a slice of left of pizza, 'cause I was hungry.

Bad idea.

Apparently that pizza had gone bad or something because I spent most of the day hovering over a toilet, praying that I would just get it over with and throw my guts up. So I didn't get much studying done, though I did manage to finish the story.

Too bad my computer freaked out and would let me upload it for a very long time. I had to struggle with it, and by the time I did get it to where I could print it out I was nearly running late. So I headed over to my final without the refresher study session, and on the way there I realized I had forgotten to buy a manila folder to put my work in.

I detoured to the book store, and the line was forever long. When I finally got to the lab to print out my story I found out that instead of uploading the old version and the revised version I just uploaded the old version. Twice.

I had to run all the way back to my dorm, go up EIGHT FLIGHTS OF STAIRS, re-upload my story, go downstairs, print it out and wait for the snarky desk attendant to give it to me, which she took forever to do, because it was apparently too much for her to reach down and grab the papers from the printer while telling the person in front of me where to sign.

I think the ability to multitask should be a job requirement.

So, by the time I got to my final I was over twenty minutes late, out of breath, exhausted from lack of sleep, still feeling sick and so stressed out that I could barely think. I couldn't even remember the steps in Freytag's Triangle for gods sake, and I learned that in Junior High.

I still haven't slept, 'cause I didn't want to sleep through the House episode tonight. And that was disappointment.

The beginning rocked, I loved how much Wilson was in it but once they brought Cuddy in I was pissed.

I hope that was cryptic enough. Don't want to spoil anyone.

Ugh. Two more finals to go.

Is it over yet?