remember that last collective marble? that's why I'm being spammy

[raven]

So, I just wrote:

"But for the Constitution to have authority, it must be legitimate. As Post and Siegel put it, "the authority of the Constitution depends on... its ability to inspire Americans to recognise it as their Constitution".

...I used to be able to construct sentences once. Ones that didn't sound like Baby's First Legal Argumentation, at that. Also, hi, I write for a living how about that. Words! In order! Onna page!

oh god.

Humour me, flist? There's a meme going around and I'd like to try it.

If you were asked to pick one scene, one shot, one detail, one moment of some kind out of all the things I've made and say "This, this, for whatever reason, I remember, this is something that struck home with me, that I wanted to keep," what would it be?

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[petra]

Anna Conroy's penny, rattling around in a jar to make a point about a) theatre costing money and b) how much she loves it and c) how much she loves the people she's working with, though not in the romantic sense.

[raven]

Oh, yes! I wrote that story for you! <33

[happydork]

The moment where the counter goes from 10,003,004,555,850 to 10,003,004,555,851.

[raven]

<3 I am still very happy you liked that story.

[nextian]

Well, I used "would smuggle into space again" as the title of my journal, so I'm certainly biased in that direction. But it's Advent that's really affected me -- the image of Mr Dunworthy's vigil, the door open every year for a lost time-traveler, never entered. It's so, so lovely, and very affecting.

[raven]

The fact you did still delights me utterly. :) And, thank you. I love Dunworthy so much, I am really pleased my version of him works for you.

[marymac]

I had a sensible answer but then I got distracted by reading all your S&A fic again, and now it is time for Unexpected Messiah Concert so, um, all your S&A fic, which lives a little life of its own in the back of my head when I rewatch.

[raven]

Oh, this is so sweet! Thank you, dear. :)

[highfantastical.livejournal.com]

The excised bit about the little ghost girl in 'At The Time Of Writing'. *weeps*


(I WANT TO BE WATCHING DUE SOUTH WITH YOU.)

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Gosh, I'd forgotten! *grins* I would rather be watching Due South with you than almost anything else you might mention, including writing the paper that didn't eat Manhattan. :)

[anotherusedpage.livejournal.com]

There are two fics of yours which I carry in my heart.

One is this one: http://archiveofourown.org/works/121297

and particularly the last paragraph.

The other one I can't find with a quick flick through your stuff - I seem to remember you co-wrote it with someone. It's the one with Kingsley Shaklebolt, and why the robes he chooses to wear to fight the dark matter.

And the Star Trek/West Wing election crossover, too, come to think about it.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

*smiles* Honey, I am glad. The Kingsley story was co-written with forthwritten so it isn't on the AO3, but here it is: Dirty Witch-Doctors (http://loneraven.livejournal.com/611365.html).

[gamesiplay.livejournal.com]

IONA HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CHOOOOOOSE?

No seriously I cannot even

Although. "Autochthony." (http://loneraven.livejournal.com/596659.html) And particularly this scene, and this paragraph:

McCoy walks around the embers, carrying his light. “And they put me in my lab with the new humanoids and we compare notes on the traditional scourges – the old cancers, sexually transmitted wasting diseases, that kind of thing. And then we’ve been at it a couple of hours, and they turn to me and they tap their heads in a significant kind of way, and I stare back and shrug. No, we don’t know what to do about that, either – and the look of disappointment? That’s always the same, too.”

That hurt right here, where it's supposed to.

I love that whole story.

[gamesiplay.livejournal.com]

(There are also numerous bits of your M*A*S*H stories that are still in my head, but I won't embarrass you with those! :) [I mean, I don't think they're embarrassing, but.])

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Oh, that one! It's so pessimistic, and I wonder if I'd still write it that way. Thanks, sweetie. :)

(Also, yes, my M*A*S*H fic. Is not on the AO3. Is probably not going to be there.:P I learned a lot from writing those stories, but.... um. embarrasment.)

[gamesiplay.livejournal.com]

That may be some small part of why it appealed to me. :P But mainly because of the lovely writing, and the world-building, and STAR TREK.

[bookwormsarah.livejournal.com]

You wrote M*A*S*H fic? How did I not know this? I love M*A*S*H, and your efforts cannot possibly be as embarrassing as some of mine...

[gamesiplay.livejournal.com]

They aren't embarrassing, especially considering that she was like TWO YEARS OLD at the time of writing. (<--poss. exaggeration for effect)

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

*grins* gamesiplay and I and a bunch of other people we are still good friends with today used to all hang out together on a Yahoo! mailing list called "mash-slash". It was 2002, I was fifteen, I wrote a LOT, but, er. Yeah. Embarrassing.

[littlered2.livejournal.com]

I am very fond of your His Dark Materials fic Christingle (in large part, I think, for the Oxford-ness of it), and while there are many moments of it which I like, this is the one I've picked:

The letters came by post from the house on the North Parade, sometimes, and sometimes from the lab through pigeon post. Will found them disconcerting in the brevity of the address, that a letter sent to William Parry, Trinity College, could arrive, unannounced, into his hands on a winter morning. "You used to be invisible," Kirjava told him. "You've been found, that's all."

It's silly and self-indulgent and ridiculous, but it reminds me of one of the things I love about Oxford: of having a defined place in the world, of being part of something larger.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Not silly and self-indulgent at all! I wrote that story during a freezing winter in New Hampshire while I was still at Oxford, and it was just that thought that informed the writing of it. :) Thank you.

[the-acrobat.livejournal.com]

Walking Barefoot to Palestine (http://archiveofourown.org/work/136640). I was going to quote lines, but no. The whole thing. The way Daniel's snarky postcards balance his observations and reflections.

Okay, okay. This:

Dear Rodney,

This postcard has been well-soaked in the juice of three lemons. You’ll be dead in seconds.

Just kidding.

Daniel

and this:

Once upon a time, you’d been able to climb the sides of the pyramids. Not once upon a time as in when they were new, but as in about twenty years ago, before too many people started falling off. They’d finally stopped it when a five-year-old child fell thirty feet. Daniel still had the scar, but he didn’t remember falling. Only the afterwards-time, when people came running and there were stars coming out overhead and he was lifted, silent and broken, placed over a camel and rushed to a doctor.

Had there really been a camel? Or was that just his imagination working overtime, the rosy glow of childhood magnified ten or twelve times?

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Oh, that one. *smiles* I only put it up on the AO3 a couple of days ago, and I hadn't re-read it for a few years and it reminded me of how much fun I had writing in that universe. Thank you, my dear. :)

[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

There's a bit from Scenes From the Wedding Album of Mr and Mrs Pond (http://loneraven.livejournal.com/670596.html#cutid1) where Amy has danced with her dad a thousand times, and at the same time this is the first time ever - I loved that, Amy's lives layering over each other (she's had, what, five childhoods by now? It's my favourite detail about her character and it isn't explored nearly enough in fic)

And that fic especially sticks in my head because it must have been... yes, judging by the date it was posted about a week and a half before I submitted my PhD. I knew it must have been then because while the last week wasn't actually too bad, the penultimate week was hell on earth, all-nighters every night and periodic crying in my parents' back garden in my pyjamas. And in the midst of that I blearily read that lovely fic about Amy's wedding at two in the morning and things were, for about ten minutes, much less awful.

(Which all makes it that much worse that I don't think I ever left feedback...)

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Oh, this is so nice to hear! I'm really happy that it gave you a brighter moment. :)

[lilka.livejournal.com]

The Net Result (http://www.sleepingwithghosts.popullus.net/crossoverfic/thenetresult.html) still stands out for me as something where every line is pitch-perfect (and not just because you wrote it for me, honest!). In particular, everything from "How's your wife?" "Dead." "Have a drink." to "All Slayers die heroically. All Watchers drink themselves to death." is pretty much my favourite dialogue in any Buffy fic ever.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

*laughs* You know, I'd forgotten about that one completely. I had such fun writing it, though, and I'm glad it shows. :)

[bookwormsarah.livejournal.com]

Possibly the first thing of yours I ever read was the Holi fic with Padma and Parvati. The colours were so vivid and the writing just beautiful that it has stuck with me. I also really enjoy your travelogues because they give me an insight into places I have never been and experiences I am unlikely to have.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Thank you, my dear! So nice to hear.

[speccygeekgrrl.livejournal.com]

The line about Centaurus, from Linguistics 101. The whole story really, but especially that line.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Ah, yes! I don't think I can take credit for that idea, I must have stolen it from somewhere, I'm sure. But I'm really pleased you remembered it!