This section is kind of what I had in mind when I started this story. [link]

Read and commented, erika.

Askye, write. Just write. Get it down on paper or pixels. Clean it up later. It's worth doing, because the only way to get better at it is to do it in the first place.

Of course I have tons of things I haven't finished, only partly cause I started in long-form when everyone was drabbling.I think because the first fanfic I remember really loving as *craft* rather than grooving on the fantasy only was "Adena 1950" which is like 50 pages long and made me think "Wow, you can do that?" WS, I think I *do* want Spike around briefly to make, you know, cowboy/ Marlboro Man jokes. Maybe one about Sheriff Dillon, cause "Matt Dillon" means a totally different guy to Buffy than to Spike.(or at least in my head where he once wore a sandy-brown ducktail and teddy-boy tight pants.)

WS, I think I *do* want Spike around briefly to make, you know, cowboy/ Marlboro Man jokes. Maybe one about Sheriff Dillon, cause "Matt Dillon" means a totally different guy to Buffy than to Spike.(or at least in my head where he once wore a sandy-brown ducktail and teddy-boy tight pants.)

Having Spike around for snark is a lovesome thing.

Raylan seems to be weighted with so much less insecurity than Riley that he has a bigger presence - So Spike taking the same set of actions with Raylan in the picture could easily seem less significant. I also can't see Raylan paying for repeated suck-jobs then coptering out of town. Of course, I could be reasoning on insufficient data, and I'm not saying that to try to influence the direction you go with this stuff. But I really look forward to him not being a giant weeny in various ways.

I can't believe I'm even thinking this - but this fic is kind of overwriting the spaces in my brain where the Buffy/Spike (Angel has stupid hair) lives. And my eternal hope for Buffy's shippy happiness is warming up to the 98.7˚ range instead of hovering at room temp.

Not so much with the whore-mongering, no. But I could absolutely, if he ended up a marshal based in Sunny D, see him going into that little trick house or whatever you want to call it and having a witness there or protecting some little vamp chick who could be all "How can I thank you, Raylan Givens? I have nothing but the memory of my virtue," fluttering some eyelashes and flashing some fang...in that instance, he might be down for it. Dude has rescue fantasies(A lot of guys do, but his are turned up to eleven and occasionally sanctioned by the US government...very potent.) He'd beat up her pimp and halfway convince himself she would open Southern California's first mirrorless hair salon. "cause, like, before I got turned? I used to do hair." Then, he'd probably find out the vamp he beat up was like the liason with the FBI Vampire Task Force, whose boss would call Raylan a lawless yokel, which would piss Art off, cause "That's my hey," creating a jurisdictional clusterfuck that would take several episodes to resolve.Raylan is SO not getting promoted, ever. As to the other stuff...shucks, ma'am. Just doing the work to which I'd like to become accustomed.

Mom and I were thinking that Riley's actions would make more sense in the True Blood verse, because of V being such a source of power and strength.

Yeah, I'm convinced. If I were Queen of the Universe, I would decree that your crossover get put on screen.

I guess I owe Pam Houston an apology(Even though I don't know Pam Houston...we just know someone in common) But years and years ago, she wrote this story collection called "Cowboys Are My Weakness" which I did not get at all. I guess I understand better now. I thought I was completely immune(well, okay, by the time Seth and Alma got it on in Deadwood, I was thinking "Thank God" but I think that was more the exquisite torture of nineteenth-century pacing more than anything else.) If you were queen of the universe, I'd gladly be your pet showrunner.

If you were queen of the universe, I'd gladly be your pet showrunner.

That is absurdly flattering - I shall be randomly snirking about it all day at work. Also, what wondrous shows there would be... so much snark, so little time.

Pretty much. And I imagine several Standards & Practices people might take their own lives, but, you know, no great loss.

I'm jealous of writer workshopping fic. Solo illustrator is solo.