So it's been some time since I wrote anything substantial and posted it. Whenever I go on these long writing hiatuses it seems I have to sort of clear a lot of rubbish out of my brain before good stuff starts appearing on the page as well. As a result, I've written upwards of 60 pages of fic over the past month and none of it is either complete or fit for public consumption. But! One of the stories, which has just cracked 11,000 words, is actually reaching some sort of near-conclusion and may appear on my LJ in the next week or so. I just think it's funny that I apparently have this sort of "pump-priming" phase whenever I'm getting back into the groove.

“Times have changed,” said Rodney, backing his racer up to get it around one of the obstacles in the course, a packing crate from the latest Daedalus run. “I mean, you remember the eighties. Back then, it was dirty for a girl to – you know. Perform certain acts.”

“I didn’t care for the eighties very much,” John agreed, and knocked over a stack of plastic cups as he drilled past it with his racer.

“Suddenly it’s required,” Rodney continued. “And don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. Far from it! Hey, cut that out, that’s cheating.”

“It’s lateral problem-solving,” John argued, and knocked over another plastic cup tower. (Cheating.)

Rodney carefully navigated around a pile of old magazines. “It’s strange. Jennifer’s whole attitude is different from women I’ve dated before. It’s like sex is just assumed to be the most important thing we do together. And I’m the one who’s weird because I like to have some boundaries.”

“Right,” said John, toppling a tin can and rolling it ahead of his racer. “Lights off, under the covers, close your eyes and think of Canada.”