this is just to say

Thanks to cavalaxis: a prayer to ganesha for auspicious beginnings. I'm sure we could all use some.

i'm so glad to know you: i love you all. be safe. i'm here if you need me. happy new year, loves.

(sekrit message to hobbitblue: FINALLY your email got through. <3 <3)

writing roundup, december 2008

Two nice little friendslocked original fiction posts: i: fortune and ii: maggies and punks about a steampunk/misfit toys scenario. Good stuff.

and to all a good night - house/wilson established relationship fluffy holiday story. good stuff.

This is a good time to point out a few awesome Housefictype gifts I was given this holiday season: arjache's awesome drawing, House Plays To Lose (There will be a story to go along with that soon, i think) and aquatic_fishy's podfic of my story "A Taste of Memory". podfic here: text of story here. Set in Season 4, just after 'Don't Ever Change'. (For an episode I'm supremely anxious about, a lot of my fic has sprung from that episode. Sigh. Oh, anxiety, you so crazy.)

monastery AU: the new acolyte. more monks! and again, another familiar face. I thought it was time to give Rou someone for company.

monastery AU: the new acolyte

Jing pressed his hand to his eyes wearily, letting his fingers drift up over his lightly stubbled head. Guang was coming into the kitchen, and he was smiling. The last time Guang had smiled was when he had successfully beaten a very rich and very well respected man at Go with one hand literally tied behind his back. That had been bad enough, but most of the smiling had not begun until Guang had told the rich and well respected man that his strategies were less organized than a band of monkeys pissing on each other and that the stones had obviously fallen onto the board from inside his head. The abbott was most unhappy; Guang spent the next several days grinning and being unexpectedly nice to Rou. Rou had then come to Jing wondering if Guang was ill or had taken leave of his senses.

It was a troublesome week. And it looked like another troublesome week was about to begin.

"Jing!" Guang hobbled over, leaning heavily on his cane: often a bad sign due to the pain he suffered, but he was still smiling.

"Are you in need of anything, my friend?"

"Come with me! You must see this."

Jing had no idea how Guang could move more swiftly than he, especially given the pain due to Guang's leg injury, but it was always so. He finally managed to catch up near the library doors.

"I have a new acolyte." Guang explained cheerfully, pushing the door open.

"I thought you were not taking any more acolytes. You said they were all useless idiots that couldn't find inner peace if they were sitting on it."

"This one is different. Look." He pointed into the yard, where a young boy was following Rou around like a faithful dog. "Watch him. He has already burned himself on the cooking fire and had a dozen parchments fall on him, and he has only been here since this morning. Observe." Guang cleared his throat and shouted toward the courtyard. "Lau Yuan! Say hello to Jing."

"Hello Jing!" Lau Yuan waved enthusiastically, kept walking, and fell over the drying lines, getting himself hopelessly tangled. Rou attempted to help him up and tripped, getting them both even more tangled. Guang laughed with great abandon, striking the ground with his cane.

Jing shook his head, but he was also smiling.

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