Saturday, August 17, 2013

I write. A lot. Sherlock fan fic, mostly.


misha’s a little too open about his addiction to fan fic…

So… the boss and I were talking about my insomnia and how he’s not pushing yoga on me (although he did for an HOUR), but he thinks yoga would help.

He asked what I did when I couldn’t sleep… I told him that I was pretty active in the fan fiction world, and that I proofread and brit-pick (a little) other’s works. He asked what, so I told him Sherlock, the BBC version. I don’t think there are words in the English language that could accurately describe the look on his face. AND I DIDN’T EVEN TELL HIM ABOUT THE WHOLE HOMO-EROTIC SUBTEXT. OR THAT, I, MYSELF, SHIP JOHNLOCK LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER.

I think I’d die if he knew what I was actually proofreading… it seems the PWP writers have a soft spot for my mad beta skills. If there’s a kink out there, I’ve probably read a fic that features it. I try to stick to canon-ish Johnlock, too - no AUs like Grease, Ballet, or Uni!Lock. I will do Parent!Lock if I have to, but I draw the line at Alpha/Omega and mpreg… (Seriously, that’s some fucked up shit right there.)

GISHWHES is keeping me busy. It sucks, though, because I’m really not into it this year. I’ve done the minimum I feel I can get away with. Last year was life changing… this year? Not so much. I just can’t get excited about it. I had moments where I loved what I was doing, but for the most part? Eh.

Work is good - he did say something to me on the 15th about it being a full month. (Which it was… wow. He was keeping track, too.)

He’s getting better. I’m getting used to him, too. I’m screwing up some weird shit, but he’s happy that I get mad at myself for it and he gets my logic. It’s an interesting dynamic we have going on, but I’m (finally) OK with it.

He and I, independently, both say “hotel, motel, Holiday Inn” at random times during the day. I still think it’s a little surreal that I work in a hotel room. I get uncomfortable asking housekeeping to clean my toilet or take the trash out… those are my co-workers, man! But, I have a great view of the parking lot and get to play yellow car. I’m also expanding my music collection to things he can’t sing along to. (The singing, oh Dog, the singing… if I could get him to stop that, I would!)

But. Yeah. Work is good.

Life, in general, is pretty damn good…

Posted by Matty on 08/17 at 04:19 PM
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