Stray cacti and baby pictures

This was half-hiding behind the fence I tore down.

No idea what it is yet, but I've reached out to a few plant friends in the hopes of IDing it.  It's also got a few spawn that I hope to fob off on unsuspecting friends and neighbors once I have a name for it.

Behold, the tiny bean sprouts which shall some day become mighty plants bearing candlestick-sized beans!



They don't look like much at the moment, but I only started them on the 31st.  I'm also seriously doubting my decision to try planting okra, which should look nice but also the variety I got is, uh, seven feet tall according to the package.  Hopefully the neighbors will agree that it's a pretty plant.

New fic up on AO3!

"Know Thyself"

Matt Murdock/Foggy Nelson getting together fic; 7.7k & rated T

Matt’s not at law school to make friends. Unfortunately, no one told his roommate that.

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Foggy had apologized for waking Matt up, once he’d realized that Matt wasn’t asleep. Instead of telling Foggy that he hadn’t been asleep, hadn’t been able to shake the thought of Foggy dead in a ditch somewhere, Matt had told him not to worry about it. Foggy, of course--blithe, happy-go-lucky Foggy--had taken him at his word, and hadn’t worried about it.

It would be easier, if Matt actually wasn’t worrying about it. One little form, and Matt could have his protective bubble back. One little form, and he could put all his focus back on his studies. One little form, and he’d have absolutely no idea where Foggy was or what Foggy was doing.

It would be a relief, really. For both of them, Matt was sure.

Writing by the numbers - January

I decided to give tracking my actual writing numbers a whirl for the year. 

It's especially easy when you're going the traditional publishing route to get very discouraged and feel like you're not accomplishing anything, because publishers seem to really like just... not responding in a timely fashion, about anything, ever.  So you'll spend all week submitting things and feeling great, and then three months later you've barely got anything more than receipt confirmation emails to show for it, and it sometimes translates into this sensation of having done nothing all summer.

So for January, I managed: 2 completed works of fiction and 30,492 words.  I submitted to 6 different places, received 5 rejections and 1 rewrite request from projects sent out last year, and sent out 2 as-yet unanswered queries.

Not a bad month's work.