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allchildren) wrote2012-01-02 03:33 pm
allchildren) wrote2012-01-02 03:33 pm
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yuletide!
Yuletide was, as always, intensely difficult in its own special way and ultimately very rewarding. I received THREE (excellently written and tailored to my desires) full-length fics! Y'all jealous.
TWO (!!!!!!!) fics for my request of I Think Emma Woodhouse is Kinda Gay:
Love and Longing by Lysimache, in which Emma falls for an OFC who is delightfully realized and I kind of love also.
Discordancy by Rosedark, which is sexy and tense and to my great joy makes Emma/Jane Fairfax be a thing, AND THEN SOME.
and one for my flaily Dianecentric-but-really-I-love-everyone Twin Peaks request:
Face of the Moon by Amatara, which, no shade intended to any other story, might be the greatest fic ever written*. I JUST. DIANE IS PERFECT AND ALBERT IS PERFECT AND GORDON IS BARKING IN CAPSLOCK AND DIANE CAN TELL COOPER HAS BEEN POSSESSED BY BOB BECAUSE HIS OPINION ABOUT BAKED GOODS CHANGES.
*except of course the other greatest fic ever written, The Ivory Horn by kaydeefalls, which I received for Yuletide 2007.
So anyway THAT WAS A PRETTY GREAT HAUL.
What I wrote was a Hey Arnold! story about Helga and her feelings and also Arnold called Stay and See (What Becomes of Us). Yikes. I can't claim to be entirely happy with this fic, as I know it could use easily a couple thousand more words, but these last two months being what they were, I did what I could. Which was mainly "listen to a lot of Thao and a little Miles" and also "cry at Mem and Mer and Patrick and Imry about it" and most alarmingly "write one last scene on Christmas Eve when Mem told me I needed it even though I had already gotten celebratorily drunk" plus "rewrite and edit through my sobered up exhaustion until an hour before the archive went live"; but I'm left feeling kind of excited by the growth I think that comes with those thousands unwritten words. Because without a deadline cutting me off, I think I might actually write them next time around? (sudden frysquint at self accidentally mirroring Helga/Arnold in the story with my own relationship with writing) Uhhh. Anyway. THAT HAPPENED.
Probably my last LJ entry before bahleetion, woo! SO LONG, FAREWELL, AUF WIEDERSEHEN, ETC.
TWO (!!!!!!!) fics for my request of I Think Emma Woodhouse is Kinda Gay:
Love and Longing by Lysimache, in which Emma falls for an OFC who is delightfully realized and I kind of love also.
Discordancy by Rosedark, which is sexy and tense and to my great joy makes Emma/Jane Fairfax be a thing, AND THEN SOME.
and one for my flaily Dianecentric-but-really-I-love-everyone Twin Peaks request:
Face of the Moon by Amatara, which, no shade intended to any other story, might be the greatest fic ever written*. I JUST. DIANE IS PERFECT AND ALBERT IS PERFECT AND GORDON IS BARKING IN CAPSLOCK AND DIANE CAN TELL COOPER HAS BEEN POSSESSED BY BOB BECAUSE HIS OPINION ABOUT BAKED GOODS CHANGES.
*except of course the other greatest fic ever written, The Ivory Horn by kaydeefalls, which I received for Yuletide 2007.
So anyway THAT WAS A PRETTY GREAT HAUL.
What I wrote was a Hey Arnold! story about Helga and her feelings and also Arnold called Stay and See (What Becomes of Us). Yikes. I can't claim to be entirely happy with this fic, as I know it could use easily a couple thousand more words, but these last two months being what they were, I did what I could. Which was mainly "listen to a lot of Thao and a little Miles" and also "cry at Mem and Mer and Patrick and Imry about it" and most alarmingly "write one last scene on Christmas Eve when Mem told me I needed it even though I had already gotten celebratorily drunk" plus "rewrite and edit through my sobered up exhaustion until an hour before the archive went live"; but I'm left feeling kind of excited by the growth I think that comes with those thousands unwritten words. Because without a deadline cutting me off, I think I might actually write them next time around? (sudden frysquint at self accidentally mirroring Helga/Arnold in the story with my own relationship with writing) Uhhh. Anyway. THAT HAPPENED.
Probably my last LJ entry before bahleetion, woo! SO LONG, FAREWELL, AUF WIEDERSEHEN, ETC.