Okay! I've been looking at how I want to break this up, and I've decided that due to timeline issues so thoughtfully pointed out to me by ElfIcarii, the first bit of SAS was really very distinct from
when the rest of the story began. So it's a prologue now, and as I have no further claim on it, it's up for your perusal here:
Fic: Sticks And Stones,
PrologueSummary: Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; mere anarchy is loosed upon the world. And that is only the beginning.
Wd count: Shamefully small, as the ECverse chapter entries all tend to be around 90 - 100 KB of memory on my comp (which is what, ten pages?). I think I'm batting at 989 words, counting the silly Author's Notes and Disclaimers and Title. The next chapter will be the usual length, probably. It's at 45 KB, for those interested. Which isn't impressive, as simply
opening a word doc is 21 KB. *grumps*
Author's Notes: (see blurb above; seriously, why am I even bothering with this format?)
OKAY!
I'm late with my SPN 4x05 squee. :( Um, I haven't actually watched it yet. I was kindof too dead on Thursday to stay up that late, which sounds REALLY lame. I didn't want to fall asleep during SPN, which would have been even lamer. I have a good reason, I promise! I have job! I have job! Lem started work this week! And, since I got the job, I also bought a car! Yeah, my commute was a fifteen minute ride to the train station, a half-hour train ride, and then a half-hour walk. It was kind of dumb, and expensive, and also, walking along a highway at rush hour is just really, really stupid. But now, there are wheels!
And me like job. I get to research, and edit, there was some proofreading for another project, but I also get to call people over the phone and harrass them when they're one and two time zones away from me! My nefarious influence is spreading across America - today, Idaho, tomorrow, the WORLD!!!
And by "harrass", I mean "inquire" regarding the museums they run. SO COOL. There is a museum in SD that houses the world's only albino buffalo. *nodnod* And all the people I work with are really nice, especially about the fact that sometimes I have to be yelling into the phone because of bad connection or hard-of-hearing old ladies. :) Or both.
And my job has supplied me with SPN fic. I have the first line to it, and nothing else, so here:
"The apocalypse started in Hermosa, South Dakota. For the longest time, no one noticed."
Spawned by my utter failure to get a phone connection to ANYWHERE in this town to go through. Towns around it? Yes. Anywhere in it? Not just a "screw you", but with a tagged on "and the horse you rode in on". *shrugs* "Your Google-fu is strong, young Jedi, but you still have much to learn about the ways of the internet" was another phrase resulting from my bare-but-for-neurotic-notes cubicle. :) I'm really having a lot of fun!
And there will be responses to the comments and reviews, I promise. I spent today going to the bank and getting gas and then organizing & cleaning out the (messy, cluttered) garage (with dad and annoying, yet good for labor, brother) for my car. Which needs a name. Ooooh. :P :)