drabbles...
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bronze_ribbonsHaven't browsed through 'em all yet, but there are a heap of drabbles over at ![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
mctabby's that are worth checking out, including the Whomping Willow/Mrs. Norris cmtorres wrote for me. :-)
My prompt wasmamadeb's "Minerva McGonagall's first love, Keywords: quidditch, rings, rainbows." 100 words, PG:
On other fronts: posted a drabble todarkisrising100, finished and e-mailed ghost!Tonks revisions to the beta brigade, preached on poetry this morning (hence the voicepost spam), baked dog biscuits... and crashed less than three sections into the New York Times, for more than a couple hours. So not doing lunch/coffee/concert today was definitely the right call, even though I'm vexed with myself for not being enough on top of things (such that such calls have to be made (*grumblegrousewhine*). :-/
By the by, tomorrow has been declared International Pixel-Stained Technopeasant Day, which means there will almost certainly be dozens of links to good reads (particularly for SF/F fans) posted atipstp and/or at papersky's journal. In my case, I'm not sure whether I'll manage to dig up the particular poem I want to post (the filing, it once again outweighs the dog...), but I will mention that there are ten poems of mine in circulation as free e-card texts. Vive la stained pixelry! :-)
mctabby's that are worth checking out, including the Whomping Willow/Mrs. Norris cmtorres wrote for me. :-)My prompt was
mamadeb's "Minerva McGonagall's first love, Keywords: quidditch, rings, rainbows." 100 words, PG:
What was splendid about Caddell, Minerva thought, was that he was solid and imaginative. He wasn’t a rainbow -- a promise you couldn’t touch or take to bed with you -- and he didn’t fuss with roses or serenades or other clichéd frills. Instead, he squired her to Quidditch games and built a broom-rack for her.
They had already talked about rings when Grindelwald's minions ambushed him. Even half a century later, Minerva still sometimes mourns the might-have-beens -- not often, and never for very long, but there are nights when a curl of mist reminds her of the swirl of Caddell’s cloak.
On other fronts: posted a drabble to
darkisrising100, finished and e-mailed ghost!Tonks revisions to the beta brigade, preached on poetry this morning (hence the voicepost spam), baked dog biscuits... and crashed less than three sections into the New York Times, for more than a couple hours. So not doing lunch/coffee/concert today was definitely the right call, even though I'm vexed with myself for not being enough on top of things (such that such calls have to be made (*grumblegrousewhine*). :-/By the by, tomorrow has been declared International Pixel-Stained Technopeasant Day, which means there will almost certainly be dozens of links to good reads (particularly for SF/F fans) posted at
ipstp and/or at papersky's journal. In my case, I'm not sure whether I'll manage to dig up the particular poem I want to post (the filing, it once again outweighs the dog...), but I will mention that there are ten poems of mine in circulation as free e-card texts. Vive la stained pixelry! :-)