Umm..hi?

[splinteredstar]

I'm alive, believe it or not. School took over  my life and work has been munching on the remains. You all know how it goes.

No fics right now. Got some drabbles I need to write and type, but nothing vaguely finished. Sorry about that y'all.

So. How are all, what, six of you?


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[edmondia.livejournal.com]

I'm alive as well!

Sadly, that's about all that can be said of me.

[nenya85.livejournal.com]

Snowed under with work ^^;;;;;;;;; <-- infinite sweat drops

So what else is new?

In fanfic, I'm trying to finally get the next chapter to Book finished, jell ideas on nightmare story, and finish this meme on writing -- not that I seem to have time to actually write, much less write about writing (lol)

It's great to hear from you!

[saint-archie.livejournal.com]

Well, after it became clear that the Endurance wouldn't break free until spring, I ordered the ship be wintered, and sat tight until October. Unfortunately, the thawing ice caused her hull to splinter, and I was forced to abandon ship on the 27th.

For the next two months, we were forced to camp out on an ice floe, in the desperate hope that it might drift near enough to Paulet Island for someone to attempt a journey by sled. Alas, the sea ice proved too unsettled for our purpose, and we made a more permanent camp on another floe, and once again entrust our fates to the drift of the ice.

Then on the 9th of April, still seperated from Paulet by 60 miles of impassable ice, our floe broke in two, and I was left with no choice but to order the men into the lifeboats. We made for Elephant Island, the nearest speck of land available, a journey that took seven long days.

Elephant Island is an utterly inhospitable rock, too far from anything resembling civilisation to be worth awaiting rescue upon. My mission was thus clear; I would have to take one of the lifeboats and make for South Georgia, a nightmarish trip of 800 miles across open ocean. Taking Vincent, McCarthy, Crean and McNish aboard the James Cairn, with Worsely as our navigator.

Upon Worsely the whole endeavour now rested, for our course had to be maintained at the risk of dooming every member of the team to an icy death. The trip was like something out of a nightmare, fourteen days of the most abominable climate on Earth.

Even after finally sighting Cave Cove, we had to battle the storm for nine hours before we could make landfall. Now all that stood in our way was the 22 miles of frozen wasteland seperating us from Stromness. No one had ever been able to traverse more than half a mile inland. Thirty-six hours later, we were the first men to have crossed the island.

We staggered into the manager's office at Stromness Whaling Station, finally saved. It was truly one of the finest moments I have ever experienced, and yet, it was even then tempered by the knowledge that it would not be over until I had gone back for the men we left behi-

Oh, actually, it's just occured to me, this is Ernest Shackleton's life I'm describing.

No, come to think of it, I've mostly just been lazing around, trying to get a bit of reading done.