I just got a papercut from a hefty manilla folder UNDER M?Y FINGERNAIL. THE typing is like that beacuse do you know how hard it is to type w.o a rght index finger? bloody hell.

ION, my torchwood crackfic is now over 5000 words long. Tosh has just tried to drown Ianto in the rift pool and soon he's going to make a jetpack powered by coffee grounds.

What?

With the goading gentle encouragement of karenhealey, I'm writing the Torchwood story that I keep talking about (at least in meatspace) - in the year-that-wasn't, the Hub goes into automatic lockdown. With the remaining members of the team in it. And they are stuck there, together, for a year.

What could possibly go wrong? IT'S A RECIPE FOR SUCCESS. So far I'm up to about 2800 3100 words, and am sporadically gaining and losing my funny. But it may be something I tack parts on to for some time, so who knows how it'll end up?

( random snippety bit from it, complete with tense problems and typos )

I love writing Tosh!

And now I should probably sleep, as tomorrow is a big day.