*flails madly*

I am absolutely in love with this thing I'm writing (8K words so far, and I'm not nearly done), which probably means it's terrible, but when I have finished writing one more scene and two and a half epilogues, and L. is back from her trip, I will send it over and ask her to knock some sense into it, and should be able to post by the weekend.

It has a French proverb as epigraph, and the title is from Simon and Garfunkel, and it is a bloody love story, not the Simon and Aral part, though of course that too.

*flails some more*

Also, Doctor Who. Actually, the part I enjoyed the most wasn't even the episode, though that was very good even if I didn't buy the Amy and Rory thing for an instant, but the preview for next week at the end. "Dinosaurs. On a spaceship!" I was saying to L. last night that this might add a certain frisson to some of the Vorkosigan books. (The day is saved! Here comes the Prince Serg and her TYRANNOSAURS.)

My fic has no dinosaurs. It may have a frisson or two, though.