Memories

I was going hastily over the posts I have missed since my last online excursion and saw the whole fanfic thing. I too used to write fanfic. I was never embarrassed by it - not by the early Spuffy (only a couple) and never by the slash. I Mary Sued in a series and was glad of it. Fanfic is how I met redeem147 and most of the other folk from BAPS and then in the Gutter and Salvation (not to be confused for a born again message).

Colleen, with her infinite kindness, took me under her gentle wings and encouraged me to write. I lovingly blame her for all the inadequate slash I spewed*. The woman is extraordinary in all senses. One story a day for a year. Sometimes even two. Passionately against my lovely Wes and not in hate with Angel like I, once upon a time, was. I don't love easily, life is too short to waste such a precious commodity on just anybody - but it's easy to love Colleen. Through thick and thin - sick and sin.

I wanted to go on and write about the gifts of Mistress Lori, ljs, and the lovely ladies at ^{London Calling}. How Lori has brought me so much joy with her writing (style, verve, lushness, humour) and how Ganya in her universe gained layers any author would be proud of - her characters are veritable onions! I would sing Laura's (our rusty_halo) praises to a cloudless spring sky and how her archive is a wonderful labour of love (even if, or perhaps because, none of my fic can be found there). Or bow to chrisjournal of writercon and Sandlot fame, who I'm in awe of... Chris is La Serenissima and she's quite a woman.

Unfortunately, I really can't take sitting down any longer and should take my sutured self to bed. I just enjoyed the flashback to pre-Hellmouths and Chuck is horrid times (first person to ever make it to the straight to bin filter). I met some amazing people and learnt a hell of a lot.

So long, and thanks for all the fic.

*Colleen bravely resisted any advances on my part, I must say.