I don't know who or what that is or what to say about it.

Let this post serve as a promissory note to do some beta reading this weekend.

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Over the Halloween weekend I found myself thinking wistfully back to the Ghost Nat fic I started two (three?) years ago, but I did not return to it. Will this be the autumn I return to complete the Christmas/New Year's fic I started four (FIVE?) years ago? Who can say!

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This is an unhealthy and extremely tacky way to respond the death of an actual human being, but what I really want to do is haul out my unfinished GH fic. It was really always meant as a tribute to the genre and the era and the work all those actors did in particular, and I've always intended to go back to it... I don't know, man. Maybe I'll put it on the back burner for a while until it feels less weird and sad.

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2024 will be the twentieth anniversary of Ray and Neela. But not until the summer, so you have time to send me a card.

Livejournal! Hello. These dumb kids gave me a lot of feelings, so here's some fic. Also at AO3.

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"Le bel age"
Fandom: Stranger Things
Pairing: Nancy/Jonathan, Nancy POV (3rd person)
Rating: T
Words: 6300

( Nancy navigates the mundane, stumbles back into the weird, and ends up in a pretty good place. )

Huh, this thing is still right where I left it. It's kind of nice and peaceful here, maybe I should hang out more.

So, the last time I posted I think I said I had an idea for a General Hospital fic. That was a year ago. Anyway, last week I started writing it, and I've finished what I think of as the first chapter. It's a pretty silly thing, but I don't know, I think it's fun. It might not be as terrible as most soap fic (which is mostly very terrible).

If you're curious: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10816079/1/The-Firebird

I also started the process of uploading my old stories to AO3. In a rare burst of self-esteem, I have to give myself credit: they're not great writing, but generally speaking they are adequate to halfway decent fanfiction.

Oh dear. I'm rusty, but I appear to be writing...things.

At this rate maybe I'm only three more conversations-that-end-in-makeouts away from a five things fic?

Title: "But Can You Dance To It?"
Fandom: ER, Neela/Ray (post-series)
Word count: 500
Notes: Embarrassingly sappy.

( She handed him the guitar and said, 'Play me something.' )