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[erastes]

La! How I run on.

But that's the beauty of Regency-esque prose, one can do run on sentences and no-one can complain. Ok, some might roll their eyes but I don't care. *bites thumb at eye-rollers*

The Regency short story has now turned into a potential novel having written 2K words and am not even denting the plotline yet. I think Regency Fluff is probably a good antidote to recent sadnesses and I have something that I have to write - can't say what, for spoileryness - looming at me, and that's not going to be fun to do. But it needs to be written while I've still got a handle on this grief, so I know what grief is, and not the memory of grief. I suspect that grief is a little like childbirth (not that i've done that) and that it fades enough for you not to kill yourself with the prospect of ever having it again. If that makes any sense at all.

So the upshot of that is that I have to write something else to submit for the Best Gay Romance 2008 anthology. Blast it. One thing I miss about fandom is being able to ask people to prompt for bunnies, do that in original fic land and it's called intellectual theft.

Brand New Life on Mars tonight! I'm 'aving 'oops! Sadly they say they won't be making any more. probably sensible, but I'll miss it. What a gem it is.