It's a professional hazard I am afraid, Victor. I used to edit, and now I am expected to catch attorney typos.

Also, alas, Batman/Planetary had all the best Batman jokes.

Batman and Jakita Wagner exchange blows, and Batman pulls out two batarangs.

Jakita: Tell me you're single!

• ****

The Drummer: Look! There's some kind of transvestite hooker coming down the alley at us!

• *****

Elijah (to Jakita): You like him, don't you? He's your special bat friend.

and now I am expected to catch attorney typos.

Oooh. My sympathies. (:

OK, this is buggering annoying. Me and my research fetish. I'm working on a fic set in the Papal Court in 1498. I had a large role for the Swiss Guard. However, the Swiss Guard wasn't formed until 1506. I'd leave it as Swiss Guard, except I know that there's at least one other person out there who would go, "Stupid writer, you've got the Swiss Guard in there eight years too early, I cannot read this fic." Not nearly as fun, calling them Papal Guard.

such a first world problem.

Suddenly, there was a sudden movement beside her as a fist slammed against her head.

Victor, this one line needs fixing, I think. Two "suddenly"s in short order, and the result-action reads a bit weirdly. A sudden movement *and* a fist slammed against her head.

Gah. I leave my fic alone for awhile, and suddenly I forget where I was going with it.

My inspiration, *poof* it is gone.

Time to reread, try to recall, see if it all comes flowing back.

P.S. Victor? Loving the Buffy/JLA crossover. Double-loving with cookies, actually.

I've committed fic for another ficathon again. This latest one was more crafted than anything fic-related I've ever done before, more thoughtful choices, less riding the muse like a runaway train. Not porny because porn is pretty easy for me and I wanted to be challenged to write something gripping that didn't have sex in it. I've been stuck on the original fiction because of what I think of as a glass boundary between what I'm writing and what it ought to be. I can see it, but I can't quite get there. So, I wrote this fic with that in mind, sort of letting go and falling forward through the barrier. I really think it's better than a lot of things I've written. Unfortunately, I'm also not sure I have the clarity of vision to judge it properly. It could be over-blown drivel (something like this post, in fact). I'd like the opinion of anyone who wants to provide it. The fic is here:

"Couldn't We Start Again?"

Whoa. Deena, that cooked.

You nearly hooked me in there forever with that line about when did life get bleaker than a movie about Viet Nam?

• Did* she turn him at the end? Was she peeved that he accepted so easily? It might be the sleepiness getting me.

Beautifully written, like all your stuff. I think my nerves are a little too raw, though, to appreciate hopelessness right now.

She did turn him. She was peeved because it wasn't the terror/sadness that made him choose to be turned, but the Willow-love that did it.

Do I need to make that more explicit? I thought it was obvious when he drank her blood.

Thanks Deb. I'm glad to know it worked for you. That's good. Feeling relieved.

Connie, sorry. This may be a hard day for hopelessness. It's wishverse, though! It all goes back to normal soon!