oh fanfic, eat my brain, do

[derien]

It snowed during the night and now it's raining, a disgusting combination which has happened with appalling regularity this winter. I was planning to go Sears and return a bra that doesn't quite fit, but listening to the constant trickle and occasional plop from outside is the antithesis of motivational. Instead I wrapped myself in a quilt and I seem to have got myself caught up in a Vorkosigan fic (eventual Ivan/Byerly it claims, though there seems to be a lot of adventure which will have to happen, first) which looks to be novel length, "By Any Means Necessary," by Telvido.

Well, yes, actually, now that I check, it's over 47,000 words. I've now downloaded it to put on my Nook and finish later. :)

Yuletide fic, what a wonderful thing. Can you believe there are THREE fanfics of Octapus Steals Camera!?

Comments

[kryptyd]

I found out last night one of the girls at my dance class loves Bujold! I was amazed because you never see any of her stuff in bookshops here, even the ones with HUUUUGE scifi sections, and I never expected to bump into another person who had heard of her. This girl is an Aussie though, so maybe that's something to do with it. Much nerdy nattering ensued, of course.

[derien]

Wow, you met a real living, breathing person who is a Bujold fan? Seriously, aside from my Mom I haven't met one in real life even though you can occasionally, on a very lucky day, find one of her books in a store, here.

I only meet Bujold fans in my dreams. Literally. The night before you posted this I had a dream that I met a woman who built lovely things in wood and iron and she'd made one of those things that they burn their hair in... oh, I'm not making myself clear, but in the Vorkosigan books whenever the Vor lose a friend or family member they cut a little of their hair and burn it at the memorial for the person they lost, or sometimes just go someplace that's important to them and start a small fire.

Anyhow, I kissed her before the end of the dream, so I guess I want to meet someone who loves books and art/making things... and maybe has bright red hair. Maybe my heart is recovered enough to start looking for a girlfriend, again.