Hornblower fic - The climb before the fall

[calavarna]

I've written a straight Hornblower fic for the first time in what seems like - and is - ages. That is, of course, 'straight' as in not a crossover or crack, not 'straight' as in Horatio is suddenly heterosexual (I do have some standards *g*). Partly written at 2am - whoever said that writing is good for insomnia was lying - and finished off about

Comments

[inlovewithnight]

Oh, this is lovely and sad. Really nice work.

[calavarna]

Thank you! :D

[kittysorceress]

Awww. That is so sweet and so sad. Brilliant stuff.

[calavarna]

Thanks, glad you enjoyed it!

When is your internet connection supposed to be connected? I miss chatting on msn. *whines* XD

[mylodon]

Love the clarification of 'straight'.
Love the fact that you've done an H/A piece - not enough of them out there.
Love the 'formula' writing - something I like to do on occasions as it exercises the imagination. You've handled it well (and why wouldnt you - you're a writer!)
Love the third time - this is Horatio, clinging to his guilt like a shield.
Fifth time gives me the wibbles.

Said it already today - you're a star.

[calavarna]

1. I thought it needed a bit of clarification lest people think I'd lost my mind completely.
2. I feel guilty sometimes, that you do all the writing and everybody else just sits back and enjoys with nothing in return.
3. Formulaic writing is usually the only way I can write anything longer than a drabble, at least when it comes to H/A. I think it's got something to do with my lack of inner miserable-and-idiodic sailor. *g*
4. Poor Horatio, bit of a miseryguts isn't he? :P
5. *wibbles with you*

And you're a star too! And, once again, Merry Christmas.

[mylodon]

1. Lose your mind? Nah - like me you just mislay it sometimes.
2. *bows and blushes*
3. If we had inner misery guts we'd be unstoppable
4. Hear hear
5. *clings to you*

I have a Cardiff stalking map for you and a J/I that is buzzing in my bonce and no place to write it (am on pa-in-law's laptop).

Merry Christmas to you too, honey.

[calavarna]

a J/I that is buzzing in my bonce and no place to write it
*makes puppy eyes* How about I swing by in the TARDIS and abduct you so that you've got all the time in the world to write it? Please? *g*

I'm quite pointedly not making time for my newest plot bunny - dreamt the other night that Ianto is the secret love child of the Doctor and the Master (it makes sense in my head. Sort of). My subconscious worries me sometimes. *g*