Author has written 46 stories for Harry Potter, Quantum Leap, Buffy: The Vampire Slayer, DC Superheroes, Young Justice, Futurama, Ironman, Bewitched, Freakazoid, Munsters, Monty Python, and Legion of Super Heroes.
According to my stats, an amazing number of people have been looking at this, so maybe I ought to put something profound here:
- But then I realized that I don't really have that much to say that's all that profound...
I'm having troubles getting the words to flow on anything. I recently sat down and forced out the 2.2k words that became "It just tastes better", but that hasn't helped in the slightest. Chapter 24 of Technomage continues to not cooperate I'm up to 4300 words and just can't get the second task to jell. Third task is similarly going no where, though I do have the aftermath of the Third finished and I'm happy with it.
Death's Knight Chapter 5 is outlined and prepped. If Technomage or Distaff don't break free, I may end up moving on to it. Or possibly chapter 3 of Legion, which is also ready to go.
Status of my current works:
Harry Potter and the Invincible Technomage: Chapter 24 is fully outlined sitting at about 4.2k words, aiming at 10k.
Harry Potter and the Distaff Side: Chapter 18, fully outlined and sitting at: 5k words aiming at about 8K
Death's Knight: Chapter 5, fully outlined w/ Harry heading into space, and sort of regretting it.
Legion: Chapter 3, mostly outlined. Borrowing a concept or two from a favorite fic, just for the giggles
A few scenes from a story I playing with when I can't get the words to flow on my current focus; Working title: World of Tomorrow 2; Electric Boogaloo... A sequel to The World of Tomorrow where in Harry, stuck full time in the 31st century after the death of Tom Riddle runs afoul of the Central Bureaucracy.
For the second time in as many weeks, Harry found himself investigating the toilet on the third floor of the Planet Express building. For the life of him, he could not figure out why the damned thing was boiling.
Now, granted, his career chip plainly showed that he specialized in boilers and toilets, with a subspecialty in boiling toilets, but still, he couldn't figure out the porcelain puzzle to save his life. It took in cold water from the same line as all the other toilets in the building, it emptied to the same drain as all the other toilets in the building, and there were no heating elements built into its design, but the water in the damned thing was always boiling.
It was enough to drive a man back out on break.
Harry turned to find Turanga Leela leaning in the door way.
"I cannot figure out why this thing is boiling," he sighed. "What's up?"
"Huh," she grunted, "I've always wondered why the others didn't boil, myself," she admitted. "Hermes wants to see you. He said it was important, but considering its Hermes saying that, it probably isn't."
"Well," Harry said, standing up and wiping his hands on a rag, "I'm not achieving anything here, might as well see what it is I've done wrong this time."
"You probably didn't submit a request to submit an application to be disinvited to this meeting," Leela laughed. "With Bureaucrats, who can tell?"
"You wanted to see me?" Harry asked from the door way to Hermes Conrad's office.
"Sweet Yeti of the Serengeti!" the Jamaican Bureaucrat swore, "Do you have any idea the amount of trouble you've caused?"
"I only touched your automatic stamper one time," Harry protested. "It was my second day, and I had no idea I had to submit an official request before working on the stupid thing, I said I was sorry and paid the fine, what more to you want?"
"Not that, you blasted time travelling mop jockey," Hermes sniffed, "and you got off light for your blatant disregard for proper procedure and paperwork. This is about your vacation time."
Harry blinked. "Vacation time? I've only been here three months, how much vacation time could I have?"
"You've been here at Planet Express for three months," Hermes acknowledged, "but your career chip shows continuous employment for 693 years. When your hiring paperwork cycled through the Central Bureaucracy, it lit up all the lights and set off all the bells and whistles. And let me tell you, there are a whole lot of bells and whistles at the Central Bureaucracy."
Entering the office, Harry sat down in one of the visitor's chairs. "Hermes, you know that the chip in my hand came from Scruffy. That's his vacation time."
"True enough," Conrad nodded. "However, technically, since the chip is in your hand, it's your chip. As far as the Central Bureaucracy is concerned, being technically correct, is the best kind of being correct. It is also the only kind that matters. You've got to take your vacation."
"But I'm just learning the job," Harry complained. "Can't I refuse to take the vacation?"
"Refusal to take your assigned paid vacation time is grounds for being fired," Hermes pointed out.
"So, vacation or unemployment?" Harry asked.
"Fired," Hermes continued, "out of a cannon, into the sun."
"Fine," Harry sighed. If he had learned nothing else about the 31st century it was that you couldn't fight the Central Bureaucracy. "I guess I could go see the moon or something, Fry was telling me that's it's pretty cool. How much vacation time do I have?"
Hermes looked down at the screen built into his desk. "Let's see… 693 years, two weeks per year… 26 years, 212 days."
- For anyone who cares, I've also got an original piece or two over at fictionpress.com...