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So I'm writing a vampire piece, and it doesn't have to be complicated, like. So why am I making it complicated? It could easily have been 10k words of sex, lust and blood, instead of which it's turned into Mr Emo long-life wailing about all the ephemerals he's loved and lost and he hasn't even blessed my fingers with the sordid details.

Which means what, exactly? Blinking research. I can't even toss off (excuse the pun) a porny vampire tale without bogging myself down with "When did Queen Elizabeth die?" "What's an authentic Egyptian name?" "Who ruled France is 1620?"

*Kicks Emo Long-life. Hard.* Just stop bloody rabbiting and start humping will ya? See this steak? Oh. ok then. This stake?

Talking of research - come on over to LUST BITES where we are discussing the merits of lice and fleas over non-historical accuracy. How sexy WERE scurvy dogs, exactly?

I read Sandman Season of Mists last night. Very nice. Thistlerose you were right, it did stand on its own and didn't spoil book 3 for me. Wasn't so impressed with the art work in this one, particularly for Lucifer - but the last few panels were priceless. Love the dysfunctional Endless. Looked like a Christmas in my house, a few years ago, that is.