We ain't goin' to the town, we're going to the city...

Dear jekesta,

You are magic at post. Seriously. My post never gets anywhere that quickly. I love you. Also, you wrote me an actual letter, yay! Unless it was G'Kar and he was just trying to throw me off the scent.

I am not related to Ray Mears, as far as I know. But then he could just be away surviving so much that I never see him. As such it is probably best that I don't marry him. Also, we would then be Ray and Rachael Mears, and if nicknames got involved it would just all be too confusing. And he'd probably try to make me stop buying DVDs and make them out of bark instead. Then I would probably garotte him with a snake. In any case, it wouldn't end well. Yes.

And finally; eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, BOOK!!!!!!! It is red and lovely and there is a picture of Damien on the front cover, with really weird blond hair! There is talk of corpses and murder conspiracies (a subtle hint of things to come?)! George is buying eau de toilette pour homme!! I glove it! But now I have to decide between finishing 1984 while the mood is still fresh or starting my lovely Damien Drop the Dead Donkey book! Jekesta! ::fumes::

In conclusion: ::does dance of yay/shower you with glitter:: :D

P.S. Would you like to borrow my Flight of Dragons video? It is home-taped VHS, and I treasure it muchly, but have a sudden newfound love for the post :)

Yours squeeingly

Girlofprey :*

Fic.

There is nothing to make you hate your own writing like editing. It's a combination of knowing that your writing always needs a second look, a close consideration of exactly how 'off' you can be in expressing things sometimes, and exactly how much nit-pickery will always be involved in writing anything. Hmph.

But; the fruits of my labour. American Goth-fic. Not slash, but an idea for a potential future that got to me, inspired by a line from Mad!Matt - bonus points for naming the episode (I'm really only talking to one person here >:)). And for the record, the title should here be pronounced purse-e-phone. Just cuz. Feedback appreciated.

Title: Persephone
Author: girlofprey
Rating: I don't know. 12, perhaps? More likely to disturb than disgust.
Pairing: None.
Notes: Post season 1, future!fic. Matt-centric, but not really POV.
Disclaimer: The words are mine (sort of). The characters aren't. Unless you mean the characters in the words. Yes.
Summary: They're all dwelling in the house...



( Persephone )

Things. Memes!

Things:

• I have done the First Post. Private. thing. Also, I'm going to give my journal details and password to my mother in case anything happens to me in real life, so that you're not left hanging. Just in case.


• Writing is fun! Particularly with the sun out and blue skies and warmth. It's like Fic Camp! There should so be a Fic Camp.


• I am deeply tempted by all the pretty book on amazon, even the hideously expensive ones. Especially the hideously expensive ones. Never mind the fact that I'm reading about 3 simultaneously at the minute and have a further stack under the bed.


• Ah well :)


• My dad thinks it is unhealthy for me to spend so much time in my room - hardly a suprise. He cheerfully ignores the fact that much of the time I am reading 1984I am not sure what he expects me to do otherwise. Watch the soaps with him and mum? Hmph.


• ::Refuses to think about jekesta's suggestion for a Drop the Dead Donkey/1984 crossover. Refuses to think about what a lovely Julia Damien would make::

And memery!

( Knowledge! )

( Sex! )