Very sleepy

I think I've mostly adjusted to the lack of coffee in my life, but there are still mornings when I definitely miss it. The variety of medications I'm on has been leaving me groggy and dazed for the first half of the day, which sucks.

But as y'all can see I've been writing, which is a relief. I still have a handful of almost-finished stories that I could hypothetically finish up with a good solid hour of work, but as is typical I instead started a new project. That doesn't mean I've abandoned the other ones, though. Two are SGA and the other is the Giles/Xander story set just after Hell's Bells. I'd hoped that reading a bunch of Atlantis fic might get me to finish at least one of the Atlantis ones, but no luck yet.

Again, thank you very, very much to everyone who's been pimping and commenting on the post-NFA angst-o-rama fic -- I haven't been able to reply to comments but I genuinely appreciate every one.

Headful of Ghosts, pt 14

( 'No arguments there,' Spike says. )

Headful of Ghosts, pt 15

Note - in case anyone is unaware, this is dark fic with the potential for all that word entails.

( 'Go!' Spike shouts at Xander, digging in his heels as Angel drags him inexorably across the carpet. )

Question about Headful of Ghosts

( Story spoilers through what's been posted behind the cut; I need advice. )

Headful of Ghosts, pt 16

( Xander runs. )

I'm up too late. This is imperfect. It will be less so after the story's done and it's been edited.