not really a quandary

After years of sadly abandoning Yuletide because of exams, I now find myself in the position of having only a single exam in November and most of December free, and I CANNOT THINK OF WHAT I WOULD OFFER TO WRITE. This is terrible.

Help me, flist. Yell out names of small fandoms that we have in common! Tell me what I want to write, or failing that, what YOU want me to write.

(I was even briefly considering NaNo, but instead I might aim for the goal of FINISHING SOME FANFICS. There are a lot of half-written stories lying around that just need some concentrated effort.)

(no subject)

Aristotle

You will not find the soul within my eyes;
no steady gaze or sunset-lidded glance
holds such a thing. And should you try to prise

apart my truer ribs, you'll realise
the heart beats dumb and takes no eager stance
on poetry. Ask not if the soul lies

in molecules that mingle and enhance
the neuron's power to fire and analyse,
the trembling of a shoulder turned askance;

distill me not to body parts. You'll chance
upon the soul in no such bleak disguise;
the soul is not the feet: it is the dance.