I challenge you to a duel!
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arysteiaIt's the holidays again. How I love them. And I had a great thought. Well, it seems great to me. You can laugh quietly behind your hands.
My friends and I are currently playing The Biggest Loser1. We meet every Sunday for dinner (horribly healthy) and then have a ceremonial weigh-in on the Official Scales of Doom. The biggest loser gets a (non-food-related) reward and the others have to do fatigues. It's working very well.
Anyway, my thought was... I should have posting deadlines for the WIPs of the Apocalypse. And you - yes that means *you*2 - should mock, castigate, and generally harrass me if/when I don't meet them. Pretend you're my personal trainers. Or the American Idol judges. Whatever. Don't feel bad, I thrive on this sort of heckling. Honestly.
And if you happen to believe that *positive* reinforcement is better, then feel free to reward my successes in any way you see fit. But make me succeed first!
As a teaser of sorts, here's what's sitting on the desktop currently:
[Unnamed] - Cleaning Up is Hard to Do fic based on Tempus Fugitive
Lex, Lies and Videotape - Cleaning Up is Hard to Do fic based on Sex, Lies and Videotape (big surprise, huh?)
Parallel - the fic that never dies. But does keep chugging along.
and a million other things, but that's where my head is right now...
But I need your help! Help meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
I'm setting myself an inaugural deadline of Thursday. Meet me here with blame or praise, whichever I deserve. That way, we all win.
1. I loved this show. I can't explain why, ordinarily I hate reality tv with the passion of a thousand exploding Kryptons. But this one I watched. And I ate junk food while doing so! Symptomatic, perhaps, of my problem.
2. This includes lurkers! All of you! It's a team effort! Go the Purple Team!
My friends and I are currently playing The Biggest Loser1. We meet every Sunday for dinner (horribly healthy) and then have a ceremonial weigh-in on the Official Scales of Doom. The biggest loser gets a (non-food-related) reward and the others have to do fatigues. It's working very well.
Anyway, my thought was... I should have posting deadlines for the WIPs of the Apocalypse. And you - yes that means *you*2 - should mock, castigate, and generally harrass me if/when I don't meet them. Pretend you're my personal trainers. Or the American Idol judges. Whatever. Don't feel bad, I thrive on this sort of heckling. Honestly.
And if you happen to believe that *positive* reinforcement is better, then feel free to reward my successes in any way you see fit. But make me succeed first!
As a teaser of sorts, here's what's sitting on the desktop currently:
[Unnamed] - Cleaning Up is Hard to Do fic based on Tempus Fugitive
Lex, Lies and Videotape - Cleaning Up is Hard to Do fic based on Sex, Lies and Videotape (big surprise, huh?)
Parallel - the fic that never dies. But does keep chugging along.
and a million other things, but that's where my head is right now...
But I need your help! Help meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
I'm setting myself an inaugural deadline of Thursday. Meet me here with blame or praise, whichever I deserve. That way, we all win.
1. I loved this show. I can't explain why, ordinarily I hate reality tv with the passion of a thousand exploding Kryptons. But this one I watched. And I ate junk food while doing so! Symptomatic, perhaps, of my problem.
2. This includes lurkers! All of you! It's a team effort! Go the Purple Team!
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Date: 2005-07-14 09:54 am (UTC)I still have some time left in other parts of the world though, and am struggling mightily. There will be something here soon! :-D