A/N: This is about an aspect of writing, if Techie can do these type chapters, so can I! lol

This is completely optional, but it will explain why I'll have disappeared for a week.

Life Block

Reeling from a bad day filled with yelling, arguments, and disappointments, Nenya went to bed at exactly 3:00 am, the only good thing about the day was an almost automatic review, and that was after midnight.

But life still wouldn't leave her alone, and thoughts kept nagging her until well into the 4 am hour.

Then the construction crews started working at 8:14 am just outside her window.

She cursed and threw the blankets over her head, but the noise wouldn't go away. Instead, she was destined to ignore it and roll out of bed somewhere in the 11am hour, determined to have a good day, something certainly made easier by some reviews and a long shower.

The phones kept ringing, both lines, utterly refusing to just stop.

So she took the dog for a walk, listening to The Used.

Then more phone calls came, forcing Nenya herself to make phone calls about the other phone calls, until the situation was finalized.

She took a deep breath, then freaked out.

She has to be at the airport in the morning.

She hated flying with a passion.

And she hasn't packed or thought of what to bring or anything because the trip was cancelled as of a few hours before.

Nenya screamed out of frustration and opened the closest, searching for a suitable carry-on sized bag.

The closet almost ate her alive, but she fought back and was successful in her endeavors, sliding the closet door shut and cheering.

Then it hit her.

She hadn't done laundry for weeks.

Another scream and –

(Real life phone call)

- she ran to the basement to throw a load in.

Then there was the issue of the story she was working on that was supposed to be done by the time the trip came around.

But it wasn't.

Crap.

And the Stargate Fan Awards were scheduled to go live that very day and she wasn't going to get a chance to make sure Phantom Thoughts was mistake free.

Confident the readers would understand and supposing she'd just have to live with what was up for PT, Nenya searched the house for little travel-sized bottles to put shampoo and conditioner in, because she was attached to her brand and highly doubted her sister used the same kind.

An hour later that whole thing was done, and she realized she forgot to switch the laundry.

And that her sister had given her no flight numbers, just times, the airline, and that she got Nenya an e-line ticket, and said sister would be at work until 11pm.

Not to mention she'd end up missing The Pegasus Project and Irresistible because she's the only Gatehead in her family.

That was not good.

She threw her hands up in the air and went to look for something to eat.

A McDonald's trip later, her clothes were dry and ready to be packed.

And the camera battery needed to be charged, and something of a chapter written, and the phone to be charged, and more calls to be made to notify friends and boss that now she really was going out of town for a week.

Her dog looked at her funny for her running back and forth in the house like a crazy woman.

The father stopped by on the way to get a tattoo and Nenya shoved him out the door and waved.

She was busy.

Another hour passed and she was packed and ready to go. Mostly.

Her eyes fell on her purse.

Both of them.

Three actually.

The one she wanted to take with her sat empty while the other two had precious contents divided between them.

She dumped both purses out on the floor, shooing her dog away, and in forty-five minutes had everything condensed in the new purse.

Humming with joy that everything was done, she realized she was hungry yet again and scoured the fridge for something remotely edible.

Settling on leftovers, she parked in front of her laptop and the fear hit her again.

Flying. Airports.

O'Hare airport.

She never had been to O'Hare… apparently it was huge. And that's where she had to change planes. Not sit on the same one and continue on her merry way, but change them.

She cursed her sister in her head, but not too much since the older, yet shorter, sister was paying for said tickets.

Battling away the fear, she checked her email – reading the review alerts, smiling, and headed off to read an email from Techie.

Her mouth hit the floor.

"What?" She asked aloud.

Her dog continued to look at her funny.

After a few moments of consideration, she thought that the plot bunny Techie set on her was pretty cool.

If Nenya had the energy for it, or was even alive in a week after plane-hopping across the country.

Maybe Airport Security would lock her away in suspicion she was a terrorist.

She made a mental note to wear 'normal' looking clothes in the morning.

Continuing to laugh and smile throughout the rest of the email and even more convinced that her and Techie had a weird Vulcan-mind-meld thing going on, she set down to write.

And nothing came.

- (half hour interruption from father to show off his tattoo and ask what the tattoo artist wrote down for care instructions because he couldn't read it) -

Now she had new plot bunnies taking her in a different direction and her mind was preoccupied with the fear of flying and airports and the men at the airports with guns and the secret air marshals…

But she had to write something and it was against ffnet rules to just post author's notes…

So Nenya decided to write a little interlude about how life gets in the way of writing.

Sure, she could find some time to crank out a few thousand words during the next week, but not without taking time away from spending it with her sister and her family Nenya hadn't seen for over a year. And how would she update?

She didn't want to impose on their computer and take out even more time typing chapters up from the notebook.

It seemed writing would just have to take a week off.

Just don't tell anyone she had her writing notebook already packed.

A/N: See you all Friday the 4th. You can last that long, right? XD