The Musings of the Midnight Fox

And for most of it there is no excuse.

Anyway -

1) My Yuletide piece is written, edited and submitted. I'm quite happy with it, and especially that I was given a prompt that matched a story I have wanted to write for years! I just hope my recipient likes it as much.

2) I've just received 4 very important letters that I've known about for years: ADHD. Yup, diagnosis confirmed. I don't have any great hope for the drugs - me and psych drugs just don't get on. Mind you, a lot of "don't get on" is probably due to the abovementioned ADHD, so ... Anyway, that makes me AuDHD now, so NeuroSpicy Plus. Yay!

Now to get on with the rest of stuff.

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.)

Three times.

Scene on a Balcony. Lord Peter Wimsey and Miss Harriet Vane have just married, and the reception is getting a little ... heated. So Eiluned Price slips out to the balcony for some fresh air, and makes a new friend.

Not My Assassination. An Assassination Bureau fic set some years after the film, where Ivan is lamenting the return of amateur assassins plying their business in Sarajevo.

A Changed World The Walker family from Swallows and Amazons are facing the beginning of World War II, and they all want to do their part - even Roger who is yet too young.

And all have been appreciated by their recipients so I am content.

2 and a half hours before deadline is still "on time", yes?

Someone has sweetly written me a story from a prompt from last year's Yuletide. It's a POV piece from a little bridge that's feeling somewhat inferior when it compares itself to the bigger, more famous ones.

Highly recommended. It's sweet, it's adorable, it's filled with pathos. And it's a bridge.

Some Bridges Have Names, Some Make Them.

There I was, three weeks before the deadline, and no idea what was going to happen.

( And here lies the writing process. )
For your reading pleasure, A Touch of Sun.