Written in the lamb white days of season 1 and early 2.

( Antigen )
( Cake and Pie )
( fate )
( Let it Snow )
( Staying )

I love Project Gutenberg so much. Yesterday I read the Great Gatsby again for the first time since high school. I think I should probably do that with all the classics I found myself unhappy with back then, just to see if a little maturity (one hopes, anyway) has changed my perception.

( Are spoiler cuts required for books published in 1925? )

I am ridiculously excited about yuletide this year. I'm not requesting anything, but am signed up to pinch hit and really hope I get at least one assignment.
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I've no idea what prompted it, but I've been on a Stephen King kick lately. After watching 1408 and being disappointed, I re-read the short story and found it just as chilling as I remember. Then I read Blaze (a King trunk novel written as Bachman) and Lisey's Story. I can't remember why I passed on Lisey's Story when it was first released, but I found it quite enjoyable. Blaze was... interesting. It didn't read like a Bachman book, probably because King supposedly re-wrote two thirds of it before submitting it for publication. It was gripping, but ended abruptly, as if King ran out of steam or ideas or interest.

My son, for reasons unclear to me, has purchased and then given to me a new slimline PSP. It's pretty and silver and light. And pretty. I now need games and accessories. Especially Crisis Core.

I really need to stay away from Seventh Sanctum. But since I can't, I'm going to try doing at least a drabble (or two) when I know both fandoms.

Dark Tower/Once Upon a Time in Mexico

( Once Upon a Time in Mid-World )

( and then some time later )

I need to stop spamming ciceqi with poetry. Te? You might like this one.

( gee i like to think of dead  )

by ee cummings and found here

Way back in 2003, writing What He Wants left a bad taste in my mouth, so I decided to counter it by writing something light, fluffy and riddled with clichés. Such things, for me, are comfort fic.

So I started this, played with it for a week or two, then realized that it didn't really go any place or do anything I was interested in. And while I like silly stories (reading and writing them) they still, for me, need to have some sort of purpose; and this one's (getting my OTP in bed and then having them defeat the bad guy in a Fitting Yet Terribly Amusing Way) had been already been done to death. That was the point where I stopped.

Please note: This is very rough first draft, meaning it has too much exposition, clumsy (if existing at all) transitions, ill thought out plot devices and all the hallmarks of Deb Thinking She's Being an Exceedingly Clever Girl. These are usually fixed/ruthlessly edited out in final drafts, but that's not going to happen here.

This story will never be finished. For one, it's so far away from canon (now even more than when I started it) and canon characterization as to be silly in the extreme. For another, I don't see myself writing any further in the HP universe. I'd hoped that HBP or DH would spark something in me, but such was not the case.

I don't want or need feedback on this. It's not something I expect people to squee over. I only post it to get it off my hard drive and out of my mind so I can stop feeling vaguely guilty about it. If you want to comment, that's cool. But it's not expected.

So, with those warnings in mind, read on, if you care to.

( Nameless never to be finished SS/HP )