Confession and a meme
Oh. My. God. I wrote het. Well, I guess you'd have to call it gen, because the concept of 'het' is fundamentally meaningless in the Starsky and Hutch universe. But still... ouch.
It was just one of those plot bunnies that keeps coming at you no matter how many times you kick it away, until you eventually give up and just write the damn thing so it'll finally leave you alone. Gillian -- both as an episode and a character -- has been bothering me for weeks. The resulting fic (if you can call it that) is short, it's pointless and I've basically finished it, save for the spit-polishing. And possibly beta'ing it out, but I think it's really a little too slight to be worth bothering someone over. *shakes head sadly and tries to pretend none of this really happened*
Five Things I Love
1. I love food. Not eating per se -- I'm always forgetting to do that -- but eating exquisitely. I don't cook (too much work) but I love finding great restaurants -- places out of the way, or stranded off somewhere in suburbia, anything new or exotic or inspired. I've paid thousands of dollars to eat food in foreign countries (since that's at least three-quarters of why I travel). I find it nearly impossible to date anyone who doesn't understand that any meal really worth eating will take more than an hour.
2. I love shoes. Beautiful shoes. Frivolous shoes. Sexy, strappy ones -- ones with gorgeous simple lines. It almost hurts me to walk into a store and see rows and rows of ugly shoes if it's an off year. You can guess what my closet looks like.
3. I love words. I love the sound of them in my mouth. I love the magic of them. I love to study them, play with them, fill my mind with them. I read the dictionary for fun and am not even embarrassed about it. Writing is an almost incidental outcome of this greater love.
4. I love music. All kinds of music, listening to it, playing it. It moves me in a way few things can. It thrills me, excites me, can make my heart hurt -- none of which happens easily for me. Whether it's Horowitz near the end of his life playing Traumerei with a heartbreaking gentleness, or the lyrical spareness of a Harrison guitar solo in a Beatles' song, Janis Joplin's wail at the climax of "Piece of My Heart," or the layered complexity of Robert Johnson's slide playing -- it moves me.
5. I love trees. It sounds weird, because I'm not really a nature person at all and few things do less for me than going out in the middle of god-forsaken nowhere and staring at them. It's not something I even notice most of the time, but whenever I have to live in a city for any length of time I start getting more and more tense and irritable until I find myself going to some park or arboretum and just surrounding myself with trees. And then I can deal with the world again.
It was just one of those plot bunnies that keeps coming at you no matter how many times you kick it away, until you eventually give up and just write the damn thing so it'll finally leave you alone. Gillian -- both as an episode and a character -- has been bothering me for weeks. The resulting fic (if you can call it that) is short, it's pointless and I've basically finished it, save for the spit-polishing. And possibly beta'ing it out, but I think it's really a little too slight to be worth bothering someone over. *shakes head sadly and tries to pretend none of this really happened*
Five Things I Love
1. I love food. Not eating per se -- I'm always forgetting to do that -- but eating exquisitely. I don't cook (too much work) but I love finding great restaurants -- places out of the way, or stranded off somewhere in suburbia, anything new or exotic or inspired. I've paid thousands of dollars to eat food in foreign countries (since that's at least three-quarters of why I travel). I find it nearly impossible to date anyone who doesn't understand that any meal really worth eating will take more than an hour.
2. I love shoes. Beautiful shoes. Frivolous shoes. Sexy, strappy ones -- ones with gorgeous simple lines. It almost hurts me to walk into a store and see rows and rows of ugly shoes if it's an off year. You can guess what my closet looks like.
3. I love words. I love the sound of them in my mouth. I love the magic of them. I love to study them, play with them, fill my mind with them. I read the dictionary for fun and am not even embarrassed about it. Writing is an almost incidental outcome of this greater love.
4. I love music. All kinds of music, listening to it, playing it. It moves me in a way few things can. It thrills me, excites me, can make my heart hurt -- none of which happens easily for me. Whether it's Horowitz near the end of his life playing Traumerei with a heartbreaking gentleness, or the lyrical spareness of a Harrison guitar solo in a Beatles' song, Janis Joplin's wail at the climax of "Piece of My Heart," or the layered complexity of Robert Johnson's slide playing -- it moves me.
5. I love trees. It sounds weird, because I'm not really a nature person at all and few things do less for me than going out in the middle of god-forsaken nowhere and staring at them. It's not something I even notice most of the time, but whenever I have to live in a city for any length of time I start getting more and more tense and irritable until I find myself going to some park or arboretum and just surrounding myself with trees. And then I can deal with the world again.