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I have written elsewhere and at length about this, but a long time ago, I watched Sidney Freedman on television say: "Actually, Hawkeye, I think you're the sanest person I've ever known ( Read more... )

Today, I did answer some email and do some washing-up, but mostly I wrote. Only three stories, but in my defence two of them got longer than expected:

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One of the remaining wedding tasks is figuring out the music. Am currently resisting the urge to replace Mendelssohn with "I knew you were trouble when you walked in".

(Getting married in five weeks! Permanently unemployed in three!)

(Look, some people juggle geese.)

Um.

Stories:

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I've had a lovely and interesting few days, and then a couple of weary-mental-health days, on which more anon; in the meantime please have several thousand words produced as a function of me at my wonderful super maddest.

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I was writing a totally srs business longer story, and I still am writing it, but I broke off on Thursday to write this after it arrived in my mind fully-formed in the dentist's chair. I should floss more.
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I have nothing to say for this one, except, it's a love letter.
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One of last week’s prompt fics has made it into the big leagues, I've decided: call the roll of the blacked-out lands, M*A*S*H, dystopia fic, Hawkeye/BJ ( Read more... )

Here are the ficlets y'all asked for - I haven't got to them all, but hope to.

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Still watching M*A*S*H, still talking about it. Sorry. (Except I'm kind of not.) I'm on the later seasons now, and I think I appreciate them more this time around. I'm not getting over how unusual this show is, how kind, how funny and warm and heartbreaking but above all things, how humane. And it's proudly, angrily, assuredly liberal, and oh, god ( Read more... )