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I wrote Barcelona (Black Books, gen) for Yuletide, and I want to say thanks to doorrepairgirl for listening to my crazy ideas on the AIMs and to lookatmoiye7 for the prompt that I had such a ball writing for. (I focused primarily on her stated preferences for amusing dialogue [which I took to include epistolary things as well] and tormenting Manny. :) )

Boy, what a lot of great stuff I got to read this Yuletide, and I haven't even gotten through some of my favorite fandoms. And y'all wrote so many of the stories that I loved. Yay!

My gift was written by tornyourdress, who did a zillion other Yuletide fics as well. Whee! Thank you again, not-so-secret Santa.

I wrote Making Time (Mikey/Steve) for Stephen Fry's novel Making History, and I totally forgot to include an author's note, because I'm lame. So here I will say thank you to doorrepairgirl for the last-minute beta--and welcome her to the yuletide authors' fold. *evil cackle*

I don't have much to say about the story I wrote this time around. (Maybe I'm getting fandom-old.) I should thank torakowalski for the prompt, too; I had a pretty good time writing it, a process that required listening to a lot of good music and included carte blanche to do as much fourth-wall-nudging and narrative navel-gazing as I pleased in the interests of fidelity to the style of the source material. :) The recipient enjoyed it, and I even saw one of you rec it, so, yay!

Yay Yuletide! Yay it not being 2007 anymore!

I should probably go have breakfast at some point.

Please tell me nobody has already written the AU in which Lord Peter Wimsey stands accused of the brutal murder of his apparently happily remarried ex-fiancee Barbara, and his case becomes a cause celebre for lady novelist Harriet Vane, who, not content with the air of notoriety already lent by her cohabitation with Philip Boyes, seems now to have decided to become a crusading newspaper columnist as well and taken it upon herself to solve the most scandalous murder case that high society has seen in decades tch tch well did you ever see such a thing.

Right?


"Well now," Harriet said. "Why do people kill people?"

Philip put his feet up on the table and relaxed into the question, treating it, as he did most questions posed in his presence, as a petition to his superior understanding. "Sex," he pronounced. "Money. Revenge. Perverse ideas of honor. Desperation to escape some fix they think they're stuck in. And of course the old man in the sky." He pretended to consider further for a moment. "But mostly sex."

This is a bit of a teaser; it's the first of a sort of expanded Five Things series (that are all readable independently of each other), but I probably won't get the chance to wrap up any of the others until a few weeks from now. (If I don't post this one, I'm sure I'll never get around to finishing the rest.)


Title: Penthesilea
Author: Malograntum
Fandom: Tarantino-verse (actually, mixing universes! naughty of me.)
Rating: R on general principle.
Warnings: I mean, it's Vic Vega's POV? So: violence, swearing, misogyny, violence, and pejorative use of the word "retarded".
Summary: Five Things That Never Happened in the Tarantino-verse, number one: Eddie and Vic try to take care of a problem. She's not inclined to be taken care of.
Notes: Thanks to kumquatweekend for beta and general enabling.


( You might get some bitch talk shit to you, but give her a look... )

Femslash cliche challenge! Go forth and sign up!

Oh, I'm so doing this. Where's that Marita Covarrubias/Diana Fowley thing I stuck in the bottom drawer all those years ago? . . .

(Oh! I keep meaning to write Anna/Maria [obvious 'ship name: You Stole My Ship], but I still haven't seen the third season of Slings & Arrows and I fear something will joss it. Hmm.)

See, for the last few months I have had a) no regular television access, b) no one with whom to regularly enjoy fandom qua fandom in Real Life, c) a crappy high-pressure job back in the fall and now that that's over d) non-fannish writing projects with deadlines that make me feel guilty anytime I want to open up a new file for the AU where Rodney McKay is a consulting detective in Victorian London (and makes friends with wounded Army Doctor John Sheppard newly back from Afghanistan, natch) or the time Nice Guy Eddie and Vic Vega went to Chicago to do a job and one thing kinda led to another or the hardboiled forties detective thingy with John Sheppard P.I. and McKay the county coroner . . .

Or, you know, any of that.

My only point here is that I kinda miss doing the fandom thing as much as I used to, and I am mostly keeping up and reading y'all's LJs with reasonable consistency, and I'm glad I have, you know, you guys and this whole thing around in my life even though I'm a mostly passive participant these days.

And don't discount the possibility of seeing Rodney utter the phrase "Napoleon of Crime" in this space sometime in the future. Just not, like, right now. :)

A big recs post is coming soon (for what it's worth, since yuletide is swimming in recs, good lord!). I just wanted to say thank you to my Secret Santa for my very own story, Scenes From A Hotel In Prague (Persuaders), in which the best meal of the day is the breakfast you show up in your friend's hotel room for, Lord Sinclair's fashion sense is called into question, and the boys are generally very, very gay. Gay as a--well, gay as Danny Wilde and Brett Sinclair, which is pretty damn gay. ;)

And heck, while I'm here, I'll do that thing and offer to write a fic for anyone who guesses which Yuletide story I wrote. I only wrote one, but hey, if you think you saw my smudgy fingerprints in anything you've read, give a guess. (Hints: It's a damn rare fandom and, like all the Yuletide stories I've written thus far, it's somewhat Christmas-related.)

Second of two sitcomathon stories for mandysbitch, who asked for Bernard and country and western music.

Title: Country Matters
Author: Malograntum Vitiorum
Fandom: Black Books
Summary: "'Hello Fran! That's Fran, everybody. I think we may have had what you might call a, a zany misunderstanding.' Lacking a more focused objective for the moment, Bernard fell down again."
Author's Notes: This is not exactly a plot-heavy thing, but for reference, it is set somewhere in the first season, because sadly that's the only one I've seen.

( Country and western music. )

I'm going to do this now even though the yuletide assignments aren't out yet (I don't think signups have closed yet, actually), because I'm afraid I'll forget to in all the fuss and excitement leading up to Election Day (and possibly the lengthy hangover afterward) --

Dear whoever gets my Yuletide prompts: As our lovely organizers have said about six hundred times, the story prompts (including pairings) are just suggestions. All I really want is for you to write something that you enjoy writing, so I hope you find something in my prompts that suggests such a story. Thanks in advance for being part of the big adventure. See you on the flip side.

Love,

Mal

doorrepairgirl! Look! keiko_kirin wrote the Persuaders slash that we've all been waiting for. Wisecracks! Romance! Intrigue! The English countryside! Go and read it--it's like an episode they forgot to film.