I rarely do these writing memes, because I am slower than heck and often fail at writing anything resembling an array of characters, but! I will give this one a shot. You just might get stuff that's very tangential or completely random, but I will write something.

Write something for me. Just for me. Post it in your journal so everyone else can see it, too. A sentence, a paragraph. Nanofiction. Short story. A scene, dialogue, a picture described, a moment, anything. Long or short. But it’s got to be just for me. Tell the world you wrote it for me, even. Mine.

Then feel free to put this up in your own journal, and I'll reciprocate.

And the one that sparked me putting this up, for [livejournal.com profile] jennifer, because there is no coffee or tea at Landel's:

Lana and Edgeworth, not long after SL-9 )
I haven't seen the Who S4 finale yet -- I'm being a patient 'Merkin and waiting.

But having seen the fandom reaction, I'm torn between two extremes: one, ARRGH WHY! and two, hey a bunch of GOOD who fanficcers are writing fixits and yay goodfic.

I don't think that's how it's supposed to work, though.

(I didn't think LotTL was that bad, though it had problems -- basically, redo how the tinkerbell-Jesus-Doc effect was handled and the basic plot I'm okay with. Doomsday I loathed except for the small amounts of Rose/Mickey fic it generated. I *like* Rose/Mickey in all it's dysfunctional glory. Parting of the Ways I liked as-is.)

I should also really really finish that [livejournal.com profile] whoniverse1000 story I was working on.
ETA: okay, while I can't get the story to actually get past the flirting, I found a point to cut it off at early and call it a wrap. Yay.
I never really quite believed authors (fanfic or otherwise) when they said the characters talked to them in their heads.

Somehow, managing to actually post a few things appears to have opened a floodgate in my head.

At least Dahlia Hawthorne has SHUT UP, 'cause that was getting more than a little disturbing. Though the fact that she's been replaced by Ron DeLite singing U2's Vertigo in my head is not especially encouraging.

The kink meme is kind of awesome, just for making me actually write something. Writing is both craft and art; I don't think I'll ever be an artist -- I just don't have that much raw creativity, but I can work on craftsmanship. (The last is not intended to be self-deprecating; it's true. I am an engineer by training, trade, and inclination; most of my intellectual pursuits are analytic, not creative.)