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Jan. 1st, 2025 03:07 pmMy Yuletide recipient wrote me an absolutely phenomenal letter this year with like five different prompts that I wanted to fill, leaving me paralyzed with indecision ... I eventually decided that, in the spirit of Yuletide, I should try from the rarest fandom and work my way back to see what else I could manage to write, which is how I ended up inaugurating the tag for Caroline Stevermer's When The King Comes Home with the memory of paint, a story about Hail Rosamer and Ludovic Nallaneen and artistic semi-immortality.
And then I had to do some unexpected travel and got a little bit sick and thought perhaps I wouldn't have time or energy to write anything else, but fortunately the day before Christmas I got possessed by the muse and wrote A Midwinter Night's Folly; or, Laugh, Lie, Love, a Twelfth Night story about Sir Toby & the gang that is mostly just thirty dick jokes in a trenchcoat (though no one has yet caught my stealth Christmas pun, contributed by
genarti.)
(As a side effect, I have now fully brainwashed myself into becoming a 'Sir Toby and Sir Andrew have absolutely banged' truther; if the 'accost, Sir Andrew, accost!' scene is not Toby optimistically angling for and completely failing to land a Toby/Andrew/Maria threesome then I don't know how else to explain it.)
I also jumped in to contribute a little bit to
genarti's Operation Mincemeat Hester-focused epistolary pinch-hit, Moments in the Middle of the War, for which she has kindly given me co-author credit even though all I did was write 250 words of largely-redacted largely-nonsense letter. Anyway, the vast majority of it is her excellent work and well worth reading!
And then I had to do some unexpected travel and got a little bit sick and thought perhaps I wouldn't have time or energy to write anything else, but fortunately the day before Christmas I got possessed by the muse and wrote A Midwinter Night's Folly; or, Laugh, Lie, Love, a Twelfth Night story about Sir Toby & the gang that is mostly just thirty dick jokes in a trenchcoat (though no one has yet caught my stealth Christmas pun, contributed by
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(As a side effect, I have now fully brainwashed myself into becoming a 'Sir Toby and Sir Andrew have absolutely banged' truther; if the 'accost, Sir Andrew, accost!' scene is not Toby optimistically angling for and completely failing to land a Toby/Andrew/Maria threesome then I don't know how else to explain it.)
I also jumped in to contribute a little bit to
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