come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls

Back! Absolutely nothing of note happened, so, how was your holiday?

(Ooh, I lie. I picked up a book of Seneca's plays, a copy of the Iliad, a book by Raymond E Feist and Mignight in the Garden of Good and Evil for the grand total of $20. Excellent.)

Two more Xmas requests completed:

For shineko - The Shortest Day

For yakalskovich - Blood Casino, an extract

I'd be producing them faster, but I have this weird honour thing where they have to be over 2000 words or I feel like I'm cheating someone out of their fic. Don't ask. And yes, I write sloooooow.

For schiarire and dredpiratejenny: I finished A Place of Greater Safety, didn't cry, got pissy at Danton, wanted to hug Robespierre, am frighteningly fond of Lucile, and adore Camille beyond all bounds of sanity, time and, um, fictionalisation.

So, Art - arm-wrestle you for him?

I had to scribble something to make myself less depressed. This started at a weird place and wrote itself in my head. And then it refused to go further, and I was sad.

( Max and Camille discuss the hideous accusations of sodomy! )