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I have not written a word of acceptable-quality fiction since NOVEMBER. True story. I haven't any reason to believe this has changed, but I finished watching Sherlock this week finally, and, eh. In other news, it's very warm, I've had a headache for a month and my supervisor moved me into a new, clean office on Thursday and it now has five ring binders, four stacked files, a layer of spread papers, three half-used legal sketch pads, several gallons of sweet wrappers, several fake handbags and a Peters projection map in it. Why self, must you be the COOLEST.
fic:: and now, the shipping forecast
by Raven
4000w, Sherlock (BBC), gen, John, Harry, ensemble. After Sherlock's death, John thinks (too much), drinks (not enough) and, on a tide of sisters' ex-wives, cheese and kindness, sails on.
Warning: (skip) oblique handling of suicide aftermath; oblique references to a murder.
( november )
fic:: and now, the shipping forecast
by Raven
4000w, Sherlock (BBC), gen, John, Harry, ensemble. After Sherlock's death, John thinks (too much), drinks (not enough) and, on a tide of sisters' ex-wives, cheese and kindness, sails on.
Warning: (skip) oblique handling of suicide aftermath; oblique references to a murder.
( november )
