You thought I forgot about this fic, didn't you! Didn't you.

I've been posting fic to this journal even though I don't actually journal here any more, but I may cut that out too, because the mod of talboys seems to have set it to moderated posting and then stopped checking the queue, which kind of makes it pointless posting to LJ ( Read more... )

Just posting a story here, as a sign I'm still alive. Tinypic has eaten one of the images I was using as a background in my LJ layout, so I've slapped something basic on there until I have the time and/or inclination to make something nice ( Read more... )

A story for you all! For the first time in a little while.

Hilary/St. George, same as always. 1700 words long, set in May 1944 and rated PG. The title is from A.A. Milne, as ever ( Read more... )

I was on a train from 8AM Jan 1-noon Jan 2, so I did nothing for the holiday :( Not that I ever do, but hey.

1. Yuletide reveal: I only wrote one fic this year, and had a lot of fun with it, but sadly it wasn't too far outside my usual product.

I think, if I were king of Greece
1443 words, PG.
Gherkins had gotten hold of her fountain pen, and was ( Read more... )

A slightly late Hilary/Jerry holiday story, to be precise, set in 1944! 2200 words, PG for a swear word or two. Betaed by dictator_duck and adaptationdecay.

Title is courtesy of AA Milne, as always: Market Square.

( It wasn't a real disappointment that it didn't snow for the Christmas of 1944, but it felt somehow as though it were just about to, which was really the most one could hope for. )

I wrote this while listening to the Edward Scissorhands score on repeat. It is just about as picturesque and fluffy as you would expect.

I'm the most prolific writer in this fandom right now, aren't I? I'm the most prolific writer in a very intelligently written, literary book fandom from the 1920s, and I'm writing this. I despair of myself.

for ( Read more... )

for merlin's sake, how long has this been going on: currently part 8/13.

2400 words, nonexplicit sex, betaed by the_antichris. Would you believe this is actually one of the first parts of this that I ever wrote? Would you believe I've been writing this fic for almost a year? Jesus.

( If the Grey Lady guessed at Hilary's mission, or had passed any judgment on it, she gave no sign, but then again Hilary had known her long enough not to expect one. )

I TOLD YOU I WAS WRITING THIS. Ha.

9147 words, Hilary/Jerry, Hilary/OMC, PG-13. Part 5 of the current 12. Master post here. Betaed by the_antichris and sleepfighter.

( Surely it was better to try and work out the problem than to give in to the panic she could feel creeping in at the back of her mind. )

Hogwarts fic! Not the one I was expecting, but that one is happily chugging along. The problem with this "writing 500-1000 words a night" thing I've been doing for weeks now is that I am writing too much.

1414 words, PG, currently eighth of eleven parts.

( Uncle's got a nice respectable Ministry job and is therefore quite beyond saving. The irony must be killing my mother. )

This is not new material, unless of course there are bits here you missed! It just seems like a neater way of keeping everything together than sticking all the individual bits in my main fic index on their own ( Read more... )