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I swore I wouldn't stay up late tonight. I told myself I was going to get back on schedule so I wouldn't die once I got back to school. And look what happened. 

Pah.

I had, however, forgotten how good it felt to shamelessly indulge in warm fuzzies, while at the same time immersing oneself in various and sundry websites about New York city, Italian cuisine, and the many varieties of pinot noir. 

I present you with the rough cut of Chapter 3 of The Sixth Date Rule, in which there is discussion of New York, a cliche I couldn't resist but will write out once I regain my senses, and flagrant waitressing.

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As always, comment, critique, and nitpick as you see fit. I know this chapter's not as funny as the other two, and I'm sorry, but the next chapter should provide a few more opportunities for comedy.

So, scant hours after posting that whiny entry about my inability to finish Chapter 2 of Sixth-Date Rule...I finish Chapter 2 of Sixth-Date Rule. I'm not entirely satisfied with it, but at least it's done. 

Sort of.

See, I've been trying to think of a way to finish the fic for weeks, and nothing's come to mind, nothing that doesn't sound exactly like the end of Horatio's section, anyway. I turn to you, my loverly flist, for suggestions. How should I wrap up this section? Should I just leave it where it is? Any help you could give would be invaluable. 

And, as always, feel free to comment, critique, and grammatically nitpick as you see fit.

RL Note: I start work tomorrow. I am writing to distract myself from how incredibly nervous I am.

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Comments? Critiques? Suggestions?

[ETA] You know how I whined in my last entry about my writing being too plain and how much I wanted to write me some flowery, shiny prose?

Well, now that it's 11:00 and I'm feeling inspired (damnit) the pretty speech is flowing like water. And I've got some nice lines all in order that just need to be strung into a coherent fic. Skipee-day.

I sleep now.

As I mentioned last journal, Horatio and Marisol have never had a conversation that didn't involve angst. And I'm still double-checking to see if Horatio has ever laughed. (Only one example comes to mind, and even that wasn't a "that's funny" laugh. It was a "omg we're not dead" laugh.) This makes writing further chapters of The Sixth-Date Rule increasingly tricky, because how do you write small talk between two people who have never had any? 

Which makes me even more determined to finish it and perfect it. I'm stubborn that way. 

Without too much further ado, I present you with Horatio's section of the second chapter of The Sixth-Date Rule. (aka Part 1 of Part 2. Haha.) Marisol's section is in progress and will come soon. As always, concrit is loved, especially since I'm not sure I got anything right here. 

Still dithering over whether or not to restart my old ff.net account.

*grumbles*

[EDIT] Fixed a bit of the dialogue. Thanks to rainbowstevie for catching that.






Thoughts?

[EDIT] Part 1 is in pieces; you can find it here and here. (Read the first one first.)

I'm back at school. I'd forgotten how lonely this place could be. I've said hello again to all the people I know (except for one guy I've been unable to track down) and, as usual, I spent most of the day locked up in my dorm, on the computer.

Yeah. Freakin' great start to my new semester. I was supposed to be fixing my social life this year. Great to know that'll be working out. But I spent some time in the Union, and I stopped in the lounge to watch a movie with people I didn't know. That has to be worth something. *flails*

I think, honestly, one of the things I missed the most about college was the Union Cafe grilled chicken sandwiches. I'm not entirely sure how I made it through my day without those sandwiches, seeing as for the majority of first semester I lived off them.

Classes start tomorrow. I've only got one, because my bio class isn't having a lab period this week. My Humanities class is the only regular Tuesday-Thursday class I've got, and I'm really looking forward to that - it was my favorite class last semester.

L'oreal Bare Essentials Powder Foundation works miracles. Thank you, Mommy, for introducing it to me. It takes maybe a minute to put on, which means maybe I'll be able to start making an effort to wear makeup and stop looking like crap in the morning. I think the fact that I don't have any classes before 10:00 a.m. this semester certainly helps.

On to the dorkdom.

I wrote up a few more scenes of that Miami fluff I posted last time. Now, unlike that last bit, which I kinda tossed out there to see what people thought, this bit is in need of some heavy beta-ing, so any critiques or comments you might be able to offer would be much appreciated.

See, as per viralmancer's advice, I decided to try writing the fic from both Marisol's and Horatio's point of view. I found that, while I'm reasonably good at mimicking Horatio's speech on paper, I'm not so great at mimicking his thought processes. Thing is, we really don't get to see H much during his off-hours, so I don't have a lot to base my portrayal on. As such, it's harder for me to tell if I'm being true to character. This fic is already nauseatingly fluffy; I'd rather it not be nauseatingly OOC too.

Sorry to keep pestering you with this. Maybe I'll write something else later, something that I can just show to you without begging for your advice or bitching about my own inabilities.

Oh wait. I do that for everything. Even my L&O drabbles, I have my parents look over before I post them. (My *parents* beta-read my fanfiction. How sad is that.)

( I promise I'll stop soon. )

Further proof that I need to be shot, like you needed any.

I'm writing CSI:Miami fanfiction.

Not only that, I'm writing CSI:Miami *fluff*

It gets worse. I'm writing *Horatio/Marisol* CSI:Miami fluff.

Pathetic.

If you'd care to see it, there's a bit of a teaser right here...



( The Sixth-Date Rule )


Thoughts so far? Shall I continue or, as I always suspected, should I stick my head in a bucket of ice water and stop being such a damn fangirl?


[EDIT] The next bit's over here.