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"I remember once while working on an evening newspaper in southern England receiving a wire service story that made absolutely no sense until a correction was sent a few minutes later saying: "In the preceding story, for 'Crewe Station' read 'crustacean.'"
-Bill Bryson, "The Mother Tongue: English and how it got that way"
So I've finally, finally, finally, gotten off my butt and actually written something. Well, completed something. I've probably written like 70,000 words (only a slight exaggeration) of fanfic this past year, but none of it completed. It's all sitting on my harddrive, gathering dust, only occasionally seeing the light of day when I get a burst of inspiration to write a hundred words or so. Maybe.
Until today.
Yes, it is short - a bare 1,075 words. But it is complete.
It's also from my new favourite fandom, Temeraire! :D This fic actually begged to be written. The fandom has made me love Laurence/Granby (and Laurence/Tharkay... and Laurence/Riley... and Laurence/Granby/Tharkay), but when I read the books, I honestly loved the dynamic between Laurence and Jane. Yes, I know that it's het. But it's adorable.
So here goes:
( Aviators and Naval officers do frequent some of the same circles, and cross paths more often than you’d expect. Great Britain, despite what its people want you to think, is still a small country. Jane/Laurence )
-Bill Bryson, "The Mother Tongue: English and how it got that way"
So I've finally, finally, finally, gotten off my butt and actually written something. Well, completed something. I've probably written like 70,000 words (only a slight exaggeration) of fanfic this past year, but none of it completed. It's all sitting on my harddrive, gathering dust, only occasionally seeing the light of day when I get a burst of inspiration to write a hundred words or so. Maybe.
Until today.
Yes, it is short - a bare 1,075 words. But it is complete.
It's also from my new favourite fandom, Temeraire! :D This fic actually begged to be written. The fandom has made me love Laurence/Granby (and Laurence/Tharkay... and Laurence/Riley... and Laurence/Granby/Tharkay), but when I read the books, I honestly loved the dynamic between Laurence and Jane. Yes, I know that it's het. But it's adorable.
So here goes:
( Aviators and Naval officers do frequent some of the same circles, and cross paths more often than you’d expect. Great Britain, despite what its people want you to think, is still a small country. Jane/Laurence )
