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I just posted this in [info]dodgebook's LJ and thought I might as well stash it here in expanded form. [info]vimeslady, come and getchore red-hot apologia.

Please, come, discuss.

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My mentor said to me in an email a few days ago:

I was going to tell you to stop looking for work in London and New York, that it isn't safe anymore, but I guess it's not like when I was your age and we thought somewhere could be safe.

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You know, I was reading an article about Dooce (which is not her name, though it should be, and so I call her thus) last night, and it occurred to me that to be really famous online, you have to have undergone a fairly serious and breakdown-encouraging wank. This is heartening, as [info]copperbadge is a nearly wank-free zone, and it means I can go on writing fanfic without the BBC ever phoning me up to ask how I'm getting on. If they'd like to offer me a job, on the other hand, I am all attention.

At any rate, the list of fanfic I have to write at this point is quite considerable. LC lurks everpresent in the back of my head, and now I really, really want to get year two done because it's boring me right now. I owe flopsies to Heidi and Rainette; I've promised a fairly swift rewrite of Cartographer's Craft; McTabby has put a fic on order and Acid6urn is still entitled to request one; I have to finish the GO Dreams fic I sent off to Soda and possibly start a GO Fic for Linn, unless she'd prefer HP; there's the bloody great list of HBP-inspired fic; and at the moment I've got a GO/LPW crossover going in which Lord Peter Wimsey outbids Aziraphael for a book. Sooner or later this, as with so many things, will end in mansex.

Phew.

Oh. And there's uh, finding a job and moving out and stuff. Whatever.