Went out to dinner for my wedding anniversary tonight and I got carded—not on my bingo card for things that would happen two months after I turned 40! Guess I’m remarkably well preserved, as JAMMF would say. (I did have collard greens and grits with my entree, so no scurvy risk either, lol).
You know your current fic outlines are all over the place in tone and timeline when you’re watching bits of “Sassenach” and “Carnal Knowledge” in the same lunch break.
I am knee deep in various fic outlines and preliminary notes and it shows: I just filled out a form that wanted me to identify pictures of bicycles to prove I’m not a robot. The next thing I heard in my head was Jamie in A. Malcolm asking “what is a bye-sickle?”
Putting the finishing touches on this week’s drabble. And y’all, I know this is going to be shocking news, but Jamie really, really, really, loves Claire.
Visiting my hometown this week and when we passed the public library I said to my partner, “that’s where I discovered Outlander.” I think it was 2003? My JamieClaire obsession is about as old as my relationship.