Deep Secret

You know, there are times, such as when you've trudged half an hour over half a mile through ankle deep icy sludge along unlit streets, that you just have to stand for five minutes under the first streetlight when it comes and evaluate your life choices. And then when you find out that after all that, no, the buses aren't running (the Siren: "Don't they have that "we never close down unless meteorites obliterate central NY" policy?") I think you are justified in going home and spending some time writing fanfic and reading and feeling sorry for yourself.

On the bright side, I got the whisky bottle open. Thank you for all your help in that matter, I toasted you all while waiting for my feet to defrost.

Thank you also for the lovely things y'all said about me on the love meme! I was really touched and felt very loved, especially because of the sonnet, wow, and although I did not get to go dancing with livrelibre tonight as planned, life could be much worse.

Right, so I got in and spent my evening curled up finishing a novel, Deep Secret by Diana Wynne Jones, and now I want to talk about it, because it was great. ( about that )

In short: I want fic and yuletide is ten months away. Sigh.

(Oh, also, if it were fanfic, ( I'd warn for )

Okay. Back to writing. Kinda.