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So my goal is tentatively to complete twelve of these prompts / twelve short stories this year. If not more.

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Wow. It's been awhile. Uni has pretty much slugged me in the face. : (

Anyway, if anyone's still reading this, you should definitely post something exciting that has happened to you in the past six months/year. I want to hear about all of your fun stuff!

...one of them writer-friending meme thingies.

So this summer has been one long glorious exhausting stretch of geeking and writing and working and reading books and occasionally interacting with people, real people who think things and say words and exist in three-dimentional space.

I've been muddling over epic Story of Doom, also known as a rewrite of last year's failed Nano attempt. So far it is mired at 43K with only a few days of summer left to wrap it up.

I am re-watching the Sarah Connor Chronicles to decide if I like it: I do, I think, although the show doesn't have the best of starts and John Connor is a bit much with his angsty teen gig and Summer Glau's playing of the Terminator role hits too many River Tam notes. But it gets better. And better and better and the end of the first season is pretty much awesome.

(It also features voiceover. Voiceover that I like. And since only two or three other works — tv or movies — can be included in "voiceover that I like, that is not obnoxious or superfluous or droning or lazy or cheap or generally awful", well. There is love.)

And Mad Men is still basically the most gorgeously planned, deliciously written, stunning piece of television out there right now. Also probably one of my favourite shows. Every costume, every set, every character is a work of art, every episode is immensely satisfying and profoundly heart-breaking.

I would like to take this moment to stop everyone and suggest that they procure the first season of "Mad Men". And watch it, in all its sixties repressed-housewife, chain-smoking, cute-outfit-wearing, smooth-talking glory. And let me tell you, internets, it is glorious.

I could probably wax bad poetry on it but I'll spare you all.

Season 2 hits AMC on July 27.

School's out. It's spring, and it's perfect. Maybe I'll write more, maybe I'll actually use Livejournal, hopefully I'll catch up on all of your lives.

In the meantime, there's this.

( She takes apart the city, piece by piece. )

When Aubrey was eight, she caught a soul in a jar.

She didn’t know it was a soul, not at first; it was just a pretty thing floating into her window on a hot dusty summer day. She ran to find an empty jam jar, the label peeling off, and with one deft swipe, caught it and screwed the lid on tightly.

Later, when the day cooled off into night and streetlights lit Flint Street, and her mother came home from work, they looked together at the pretty thing in the glass jar, with its tiny multicoloured veins pulsing and trailing light.

Her mother said, gravely: “Aubrey, that’s a soul in your jar.”

“Oh,” said Aubrey.

“It must have come from Madame Baudin’s shop downstairs.”

“Oh,” said Aubrey.

The soul floated to the top of the jar.

“Do I have to give it back?” she asked.

Her mother frowned, a thoughtful look. There was a long silence. Aubrey held her breath.

“I don’t see why you should,” she said at last, slowly.

Aubrey smiled. Her mother smiled back.

“Just don’t let her see it,” she added.

Aubrey picked up the jar and hugged it to her chest. The soul made a soft whirring sound as it moved beneath the surface of the glass.

She didn’t realize – and wouldn’t, for quite some time – how much trouble a wayward soul can be.

So.

I have to write something like 13 000 words if I ever plan on catching up to my projected wordcount.

Just shoot me now.

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...still trying Nanowrimo this year. Usually I go to smaur but I'm too lazy this time.

I re-read the untitled Red Riding Hood short story I wrote in December. It is ... crazy.

Also, unedited.

( an excerpt )

I have been dead.

I have been writing, but in small doses only.

Hopefully, I will be less dead and more writerly.

I have finished all of Angel (alas, woe) but now have all of Horatio Hornblower to get through.

I am going to film school! And this is exciting, yes.

I am not dead.

I did not win Nanowrimo.

I have a WAY overdue Norrington fanfic to write. Alack.

It's that time of year again.

Yes, the one with the caffeine. The lots of caffeine. And the endless writing.

Nanowrimo's in three days, and I'll be on smaur, as per usual.

Go forth and write!

Fanfiction for X-Men 3: The Last Stand. (Thus, vague spoilers.) I am a sad person.

( He hears her voice like a distant song in the back of his mind. )