elisi: Clara asking the Doctor to take her back to 2012 (numfardance by wendylouwho)
elisi ([personal profile] elisi) wrote2004-11-17 04:55 pm
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Hello everybody!

This is mainly a little post to say a huge THANK YOU to all the lovely people who commented on my essay! I am completely overwhelmed! ::hugs LJ:: (And a special big hug for [livejournal.com profile] fer1213 for pimping!)

Also a big "Hello" to all my new friends! ::waves:: I'm so flattered that you friended me, I just hope you don't expect any more essays in the near future, since I'm very rushed at the moment (Note to self: Never post long essays when you're busy!).

I do write fic however (this came as a big surprise, but my newfound muse is very insistent, so there are fairly frequent updates). If you're interested, here's all I've done so far:

Play It Again, Sam. A 'missing episode' fic. Sam and Riley turn up in LA late AtS s5. Main response seems to be: 'Poor Riley' since he gets a bit dented! (not literally)

The Summer After A series of little vignettes set post-NFA. Rather dark. (See! I found a title! And I promise I'll do my best to post part 3 tomorrow!!!)

The Last Night Not sure I should include this one in my list... Incredibly schmoopy Chosen-FitB. Something for hardcore Spuffy-fans only.

I'm really more of an artist than a writer, so if anyone wants to join in my project, please do (see Nov. 14th post)!

Must go now (housework, children, artwork...) but I really will try to write a bit tomorrow! :)

ETA: Also thank yous to [livejournal.com profile] superplin, [livejournal.com profile] stultiloquentia and [livejournal.com profile] asta77 for their pimping - I just singled out Fer, because nearly every comment I got started with the words: 'I came here from Fer's journal...')

[identity profile] mikeygs.livejournal.com 2004-11-17 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Hi. *waves*

I never did get around to commenting on your Intervention post, but you already know how good it was. Plus, all those people thought all the things I wanted to think before I had a chance to. *glares*

The Chosen F-I-B is really sweet and I can so imagine them dancing around the basement. *sigh* They'd both be barefoot, their toes brushing each others with each step. No music for them, of course, they don't need it; they're their own symphony. Just the soft patter of her heart, and the occasional creaking of the floorboards as the group shuffled about upstairs. Afterwards, sitting side by side on the cot, hands interlaced with her head resting on his chest, they'd just be.

Then there'd be lovemaking, 'cause they so did. :)

Sorry for the ramble, but sometimes my Spuffy-love carries me away and I'm not in a hurry to get back. :P

I'm not sure how I found your journal, I think I was just playing Clicky McClickerson, but I'm glad I did. I friended you.

Hi, again.