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You can tell it's holiday time because:
1) I have piles of work to do for uni, and I am not doing it.
2) My writing ability is AWOL and will, I fully expect, only deign to return once I am back at uni and trying to do five academic things at once. It has been three months since I posted anything on the heist!AU. I am a terrible human being.
3) I have taken advantage of a slim window of download ability and finally caught up on The Office. omg.
4) I am actually! reading! books! Currently I'm neck-deep in A.S. Byatt's Possession which is like a long, warm, syrupy bath of erudition and poetry-porn. I have vague memories of seeing the film a long time ago and enjoying it because Christabel was the only other role I've ever seen Jennifer Ehle (the original Liz Bennet!) in.
All right, 2) is not entirely true, but I haven't written anything that you would actually care about. I'm waiting for the latest Torchwood fever to calm a little so that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pogrebin and I can start work on something, and CLAIRA NEEDS TO EMAIL ME THE NOTES SHE TOOK IN THAT CAFE so we can write our Booth/Brennan fic of amazingness, and I have written a few thousand words on a fic that nobody will read except bookelfe, and she only because I made her read the canon.
Night swoops down and alights on the lawn outside the buildings of Corpus Christi, and in the safety of his room Timothy lights a fire and takes refuge in the classics. Upon his acceptance into Oxford, Uncle Ambrose made him a gift of five handsome leather-bound volumes which have held pride of place on his bookshelf ever since. He pulls down the nearest one, which is also the most well-thumbed, and spends an evening licking his finger and voyaging on the deep seas of the old stories.
I TOLD YOU I WOULD WRITE IT, BECCA.
1) I have piles of work to do for uni, and I am not doing it.
2) My writing ability is AWOL and will, I fully expect, only deign to return once I am back at uni and trying to do five academic things at once. It has been three months since I posted anything on the heist!AU. I am a terrible human being.
3) I have taken advantage of a slim window of download ability and finally caught up on The Office. omg.
4) I am actually! reading! books! Currently I'm neck-deep in A.S. Byatt's Possession which is like a long, warm, syrupy bath of erudition and poetry-porn. I have vague memories of seeing the film a long time ago and enjoying it because Christabel was the only other role I've ever seen Jennifer Ehle (the original Liz Bennet!) in.
All right, 2) is not entirely true, but I haven't written anything that you would actually care about. I'm waiting for the latest Torchwood fever to calm a little so that
pogrebin and I can start work on something, and CLAIRA NEEDS TO EMAIL ME THE NOTES SHE TOOK IN THAT CAFE so we can write our Booth/Brennan fic of amazingness, and I have written a few thousand words on a fic that nobody will read except bookelfe, and she only because I made her read the canon.Night swoops down and alights on the lawn outside the buildings of Corpus Christi, and in the safety of his room Timothy lights a fire and takes refuge in the classics. Upon his acceptance into Oxford, Uncle Ambrose made him a gift of five handsome leather-bound volumes which have held pride of place on his bookshelf ever since. He pulls down the nearest one, which is also the most well-thumbed, and spends an evening licking his finger and voyaging on the deep seas of the old stories.
I TOLD YOU I WOULD WRITE IT, BECCA.
