Like Anne, I find I have to get back the characters' voices: their details are mostly still there, but the ways they move and speak sort of trickle away. It's much faster to get back into a fandom than to acquire it the first time, but it does take time: for Buffy-Angel fandom, for example, or equally Harry Potter-- places there's lots of new fic, but I can't really keep up with it all as it comes out-- I'll store up links to bits of fic that have been recced for a month or so, and then read them all over a couple of days while the characters are in my head again, write something then if I've got a plot bunny, and then let it go for another few weeks.

There's no switch for me. I kind of just jump in headfirst.

I hop around my fandoms all the time, and if I think about it, I guess I'd call it something like a fandom KVM switch in my head, and... that probably won't make any sense unless you're a techie.

I think of it sort of like pushing buttons to switch radio stations in the car. Only there's like seventy buttons.

Only there's like seventy buttons.

And they all point to porn!

I think of it sort of like pushing buttons to switch radio stations in the car. Only there's like seventy buttons.

For me, it is like tuning a radio, but I'm on an old-fashioned dial instead of buttons. Sometimes I try to retune but there's static instead; sometimes I hit it just right; sometimes I have to turn it back again, slowly, until I get the spot.

Today's lesson: when description goes bad.

A sprinkle of rain fell on the deck, the tapping sound caressing Michael’s hearing, and he shuttered his eyes content.

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The balmy breeze tickled Nikita’s face while leaving a kiss of rose on her unprotected nose.

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At some point Nikita did apply the cream, (Ed: Sunscreen, thank god) prepared a fruit and cheese tray from which they ate and drank an awful lot of bottle water.

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“Good evening” Nikita said as she took her place next to the instruments, “I am ready to relief you.”

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Hours passed and Nikita was getting bored and horny for Michael’s towel had slid off his perfect body and the nightly boner had made its scheduled appearance.

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The distraction so total that she was not paying attention to the boat, the coordinates and much less the instruments, concentrating instead on the once again arrival of her own excited hardness. Her nipples were hard, her core was wet, ready to jump Michael even if not asked and became very curious wanting to see closer up what this Adonis looked like as he thrashed through an obvious ‘X’ rated dream.

And here she's being all highflown but then drops in a word like "boner" You'd think that would really seem obviously wrong.(I was gonna say "stand out' but didn't, for obvious reasons.)

I'm just disturbed by the mobility of body parts that should be, um, really not under their own control.

Please tell me that this person's first language isn't English.