Connie, I have everything on MP3, so I make playlists to write by.

I have everything on MP3

I bet you have a hard drive bigger than 2 gig, too. No, that's not a typo, that's a 2. And a 14.4 dialup modem for downloads. Gah, it took me an hour and a half to get Tracy Chapman's "Give Me One Reason," but gods, that's a great song.

wrod,Connie.

The MP3s are on a 40 gig drive, the videos are on a 100 gig drive. The main drive on this box is either a 15 or 20 gig one. I have 27 gigs of music, and almost 7,000 songs.

Heh.

Going to stop nattering and post a bit of the Imposters sequel in a mo.

I'll go by fits and start as to what I listen to when writing. For the ginormous Homicide/Sailor Moon fic, I've been listening to the second DS soundtrack, "Poem" by Delerium, Peter Gabriel's new album, Rasputina's "Cabin Fever," and the TTT soundtrack.

the ginormous Homicide/Sailor Moon fic

The knowledge that this fic exists lurks in the back of my mind whenever I happen across snippets of unfamiliar US Cop shows on the box. It makes me want to be familiar with Sailor Moon and H:LotS just to see how the devil you manage it.

t /intrigued.

It makes me want to be familiar with Sailor Moon and H:LotS just to see how the devil you manage it.

My rule of crossovers is: Make it mainly about one series, and assume the audience is familiar with the canon of that series. That gives you a lot more leeway to toss in exposition about the other series. The story is mostly set in the anime series, but I borrow several characters and incidents from H:LotS, plus one from L&O.

I'm writing a crucial scene for the thing right now, and it is kicking my ass, I'm sorry to say.

Fortunately, I've got a BtVS fic and a couple of CSI fics waiting in the hutch.

My rule of crossovers is: Make it mainly about one series, and assume the audience is familiar with the canon of that series.

This is a sound rule. My Smallville/Jossverse Crossovers have tended to demand a knowledge of both series, but I think perhaps The Changeling, which was from Lilah's POV but required no knowledge of AtS at all, was most successful. Maybe. At least I think it was accessible for SV fans (God, for some reason "fen" felt like the right word to type just then. Mad).

Anne, if the crossover is mainly about H:LOTS, I'm going to camp out with a muchness of excellent chocolate and roll around in both the chocoalte and Frank Pembleton.

In a good, yet porny, context, of course.

First part of the Imposters sequel (Short, but I need to start posting it for that whole motivation thing.)

Every morning she woke up wondering where she was; every morning she was startled by the realization that it was the same place she'd woken up the day before. And every morning she found herself reaching for someone who wasn't there. That part at least wasn't new. Only the face had changed.

Home. It was going to take a while to adjust to the concept. Walls, windows, stairs, the slope of her bedroom ceiling, cold tiles on the bathroom floor--it was all familiar, but it all seemed wrong.

Sunnydale, California looked the same, but it sure as hell didn't feel the same, not without Giles.

Rule Number One: Never trust a vampire to keep his word. She should have killed Drusilla when she had a chance, and Spike too, for good measure. Giles might still be alive if she'd done it.

Giles *would* still be alive if she'd killed Angel at the mall. Would have, could have, should have. Every regret she'd tried to escape had waited patiently for her return, and were even now partying happily with the new ones she'd brought back as souvenirs. She hoped they weren't breeding; she had more than enough guilt as it was.

She'd been back a week, and hadn't left the house even to go patrolling. Which was bad. Sunnydale may have survived several months with no Slayer, but neglecting her duties had never been the best of plans. She hadn't called anyone to say she was back, either. Avoidance, two, Buffy zero. Now that she didn't have anyone around reminding her why she needed to return, she was remembering why it was she'd left.

"Buffy? Do you want some breakfast?"

Her mom's concerned voice floating up from the kitchen roused her from her stupor and she got up off the bathroom floor. That was another thing. Mom was being so nice, so considerate, so... forgiving. It was driving her nuts. Anger would have been easier to deal with than seeing her mother acting as if one wrong word would send Buffy right out the door and back on the run.

"Sure," she called down. She wasn't especially hungry, but she wasn't up to seeing the wounded look she'd get if she refused breakfast again.