"What I’m getting out of this is that Star Trek: Voyager and Battlestar Galactica had a baby, and it grew up and converted to Stargate as a teenager."

Word Count: 1,641

Scenes: 2
I went to a picnic today, which ate my time. Also, I’m tired. And Merc is distracting! And my siblings kept being FRIENDLY, curse them.
*trails off*
Okay, I admit it, I was distracted. But hey, I got SOMETHING written, hey? Even though Bahnree can tell without doubt that its on drugs. On many much drugs. Which is saddening because the drugs were all in my writing, I only had tea IRL. *is saddened* (*Says nothing about the torture which Bahnree had to enact before I would write more than a hundred words.*)
*shifty eyes*
However, I do with a clear conscience lay some of the blame on the heads of the people I was writing today. *I* had nothing to do with it, I just had to spend most of my time extricating them from each other’s rooms and putting them into some clothes. NOT my fault. *innocent* This is supposed to be YA, after all. *tries not to think too hard about that*
Anyway, today was hard, I am blameless, and here’s an excerpt from a day when my writing was slightly more sober. Yes, those days do occur. 😀

I’ll bring the punch