who are you, echoing street signs?

For me, it's Saturday morning. In the UK it's mid-afternoon, and Shim is cooking a hare (long story). I am doing my yuletide nominations. We are doing this at the same time via Skype. It is, at once, we're-living-in-the-future!, and oh-woe-why-am-I-not-home-cooking-a-hare.

Still. You do what you can, etc. I went out last night to drink cocktails, and then I slept soundly overnight for once, and whatever black wave of mood wants to eat me is stuffed firmly down for the moment. Also, Shim bought a garlic press and we are officially grown-ups now.

( yuletide noms, and blurb )

I think it's time for breakfast.

edited to add: two more things.

Firstly, I forgot to mention: icepixie is running The Small Fandom and Rare Pairing/Rarely-Written Character Promote-a-thon for a bit of yuletide-type fun a couple of months early.

Secondly, rs_small_gifts is running again. Do I want to sign up, flist. Do I, do I.

Fic:: Election Days [TWW/Star Trek]

So, last week it was happydork's birthday, and she is one of my favourite people: so interesting and talented, and a such a kind and gracious friend. A while ago I wrote her a story called Earth, Renaissance, which was about Natalie from Sports Night in a Star Trek AU, and for her birthday she asked if maybe I could do the same for the women of The West Wing.

Fic:: Election Days
by Raven
G, The West Wing/Star Trek, AU, gen, 2500 words. Ten trillion citizens, one thousand five hundred member worlds; CJ and Donna are getting through a lot of takeaway pizza.

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