The Musings of the Midnight Fox

It's the blog of a tall, incredibly sexy red-headed woman living in Melbourne, who is:

Wife of lederhosen, mother of da_norvegicus, natural mother of quatranoctal, now owned by Bilqis and Alopex.

Former owner of dogorcuton and Basil. (Those two worthies are now sleeping quietly, somewhere...)

Enjoying living on top of basaltic plains, especially after the boringness of Sydney Sandstone

Versed in IT, Customer Service and Cooking. Now, having turned half an engineering degree into Teaching Maths and Science to Primary-aged students, I'm a tutor for them. Alas, Chronic Fatigue means I can't work full time.

Diagnosed on the Autism spectrum, but then I've always been weird...

Writer of fanfic and currently trying to write a couple of serious novels.

Writer of fanfic and currently trying to write my first serious novel.

I'm cool with people I don't know reading my journal - serious stuff tends to be friends-locked to various degrees. I'm also fine with people dropping me - I don't manage to keep up with as many people as I wish I could, and besides, that's your own journal and you have the right to decide who is and isn't reading stuff. But if you want me to read your stuff too, please comment on this post if you haven't elsewhere.

Amazing artist mywitch is sweet enough to draw special Harry-Potter themed gifts for some lucky lucky people each year. This year I asked for Severus Snape babysitting young Weasleys or Potters in the style of the 1960s Hanna Barbera cartoons.

I got one in the style of Top Cat.

Please, go look, send love.

My Yuletide gift has landed. Oh, has it ever.

Imagine, if you would, in Sense and Sensibility, that the ending was different. Marianne succumbed to her horrid fever, and despite the Palmers leaving in great haste, Mrs Palmer and the baby also fell victim to the foul disease.

And Edward married Lucy.

So Elinor carries on, as one must. But there are two men in her circle who both regard her as intelligent and practical and a suitable wife.

So how does one decide between Colonel Brandon and Mr Palmer? Then Stirs the Feeling Infinite will tell you how.

(I have literally been hoping for this fic for 8 years. I am so blessed to receive such a beautiful answer to the question.)

Be the First - Where you write the Very First Fanfic for a fandom on Ao3.

I'm going to feed a particular hard-biting plot-bunny that's been irritating me for too long. Let's see how it goes.

Hello, my lovely Unsent Letters Writer. I'm repeating the prompts down below, and trust in your abilities to turn them into magic.
( Cut so as not to clog up your pages. )

Oh.

My.

Goodness.

Using this card from the game Paperback as their prompt, my AMAZING Mystery Author wrote me "Dead Planet".

In the Bermuda Triangle of space, things aren't always what they seem.
Or: An archaeologist, a smuggler, and a model meet on a seemingly dead planet and become part of the resistance against the Galactic Federation.

Read it. It's amazing.

Grab stock for salmon risotto.
Add special extra-flavour stock
Grab spinach
Weigh rice
Dice pumpkin
Juice and zest lemon
Go to fridge for salmon.
Go through entire fridge for salmon
Double check shopping bags to make sure salmon didn't get left out
Check fridge a third time.
Check benchtops.
Curse.
Grab keys.
Check back of car.
Curse again.
Throw packet of salmon that's been all day in the boot into the rubbish (It's cold, but not that cold)
Head back inside and be grateful one had defrosted some pork steaks for something else.
Start preparing pork risotto.