Because of the glorious power of the compound-complex sentence, I could easily and appallingly stretch this to a paragraph, but I'm so made of awesome, fiction, and ridiculousness (lists and parenthetical statements are also quite handy for this sort of exercise), I don't even have to.
You know what someone in the fandom with a lot more time than me needs to write?
A Torchwood AU set in the Kushiel's Dart universe
(I've already thought of about three really scary ways to make this work).
Right. RIGHT?
going to hell. lalalala....
ETA: erm, this might be happening. episodically and occasionally (because I refuse to engage in the way Carey structures her books or put another epic proeject anywhere near me). But might be happening.
I got a postcard from Patty today. I love how she addresses them, writing AMERICA, instead of USA or United States of America on the last line of it, as if she is writing to me, not in this nation of here and now, but in some manner of idea filled with Jeffersonian romance.
It makes me smile every fucking time.
There's a good chance I'll hear from here online tomorrow from Damascus, which means the journey has started. She's actually felt closer to here since Saturday, at least in the strange way in which I experience the world