This is a very multi-tasky sort of day, so while I'm doing other stuff I'll throw this meme out there:
I currently have 48 works archived at the AO3 [oh my God how did that happen, no this is not part of the meme]. Pick a number from 1 to 48, and I’ll tell you three things I currently like about the fic corresponding to the number you have picked.
I currently have 48 works archived at the AO3 [oh my God how did that happen, no this is not part of the meme]. Pick a number from 1 to 48, and I’ll tell you three things I currently like about the fic corresponding to the number you have picked.
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Date: 2013-06-10 07:07 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2013-06-10 07:34 pm (UTC)From:1) I like that I managed to sustain the mood and the thematic elements all the way through. I write landscape metaphor like breathing, though more often about sex (see this fic's sequel) than about depression and mourning, but pretty much I think it works here, and the oddities that popped in, like the scorpions, get picked up and carried (ouch) all the way through as well.
2) it's got probably my best line of the year: When he looks up again he's outside Barts, watching a dark bird swoop down out of the sky into ruin. And a lot of other good lines too. And pretty good dialogue considering how introspective it is. I like when John tells Mycroft "So you can go away now."
3) I like the Jonathan Creek cameo even though I didn't have the guts to write a real crossover and so it sits there sort of weird in the middle acknowledging that I'm putting all my Sherlock eggs in what turned out to be two baskets.