Oh Lana Turner We Love You Get Up
Back from Chicago. I'm doing okay. I already did the RL quasi-update elsewhere, but I wanted to thank everyone for the lovely snowflakes and other virtual gifts, for your emails and texts and PMs and phone calls, for your patience, your sympathy and your love. I spent a good portion of my life exercising really poor decision making in my friends and other loved ones and I am still constantly bemused and grateful for ending up here, with the finest people of whom I ever dreamed. Thank you.
I couldn't find it in myself to do much in Chicago; I didn't really read or watch TV and I had internet access only infrequently, so fannishly, I'm really far behind. Other than that brief, indulgent foray into Criminal Minds fandom, I haven't written a damn thing. Which probably means it was a good thing I dropped out of
yuletide (and many thanks to
elynross for being so incredibly understanding!) That's not an apology, it's just the facts. I don't feel bad about it, but I keep poking at that place, that squishy little gland of squee and interest, seeing if I can make it wake up again. I know it'll come--hell, the CM ficlet was only after a week, right?--but y'all know how impatient I am. And all the things that I can never just come out and say, all the things I can't process in other ways, always come out in my writing.
So. That happened.
I couldn't find it in myself to do much in Chicago; I didn't really read or watch TV and I had internet access only infrequently, so fannishly, I'm really far behind. Other than that brief, indulgent foray into Criminal Minds fandom, I haven't written a damn thing. Which probably means it was a good thing I dropped out of
So. That happened.