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gairid asked if I was going to update September When It Comes, my CSI Gregfic. I've been trying. I've been through four different drafts of the latest chapter since the last update, each one from a different POV-Ecklie, Brass, Grissom, and Greg. But none of them sat right in my fingers, if that makes sense. So now I'm back to Brass and hoping Nick doesn't choose now to open his yawp.
After tomorrow night, CSI:NY goes on hiatus for five weeks, and I wonder what the fen will do to amuse themselves. For the first few days, the D/Lers will no doubt rupture eardrums with their squees of soppy, starry-eyed joy at the reunion of the Lovers Who Were Meant To Be. I threw up in my mouth just typing that.
The rest of us will howl and fling our criticisms like poo at the bars of the monkey enclosure, and the writers, mistaking the dollops for chocolate toffees, will gobble them up.
For my part, I will retreat to my writing cave to finish what fics I can before they're Jossed by canon in some heretofore unforeseen way, and cling mournfully to my S1 DVDs as a tangible reminder of what the show once was and could have been.
Fie on you, Lindsay Monroe. Is it wrong of me that I wish Hill Harper had never vouched for Anna Belknap?
gairid asked if I was going to update September When It Comes, my CSI Gregfic. I've been trying. I've been through four different drafts of the latest chapter since the last update, each one from a different POV-Ecklie, Brass, Grissom, and Greg. But none of them sat right in my fingers, if that makes sense. So now I'm back to Brass and hoping Nick doesn't choose now to open his yawp.After tomorrow night, CSI:NY goes on hiatus for five weeks, and I wonder what the fen will do to amuse themselves. For the first few days, the D/Lers will no doubt rupture eardrums with their squees of soppy, starry-eyed joy at the reunion of the Lovers Who Were Meant To Be. I threw up in my mouth just typing that.
The rest of us will howl and fling our criticisms like poo at the bars of the monkey enclosure, and the writers, mistaking the dollops for chocolate toffees, will gobble them up.
For my part, I will retreat to my writing cave to finish what fics I can before they're Jossed by canon in some heretofore unforeseen way, and cling mournfully to my S1 DVDs as a tangible reminder of what the show once was and could have been.
Fie on you, Lindsay Monroe. Is it wrong of me that I wish Hill Harper had never vouched for Anna Belknap?