My little fanfic continues...

[Last two days workwise were amongst the worste I've had in some time, hence
the no writing the last two nights. Too frigging worn out and traumatized. Nah - you don't want to hear about them, besides I realized something when I write about myself - ie. pain, frustrations, I end up retaining it longer, it becomes imprinted as opposed to forgotten. This in a nutshell was why I stopped keeping a personal/private handwritten journal five years ago. And put my energy instead into writing stories. Far more constructive use for it.]

The story: Buffy at 40 visits a human Spike on his mountain-top, who now goes by the name Will. Time has passed, both have changed, what on earth can they talk about? No sex here.

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A little more drabble and belated birthday wishes to..

[Belated happy birthday wishes to knullabulla and ladystarlightsj . I didn't forget guys, I just didn't know. Been offline more or less most of the week - with just enough time to write and run.
March? Nasty month. Happy it's gone. Hoping April is better. So far, not so much. But we're only in the first two days of it.]

My drabble continues ...and thanks for the comments. I appear to have a little group of readers (okay five or six by the responses...)but what the hey. It's nice to have readers. May be why I've been writing this drabble this week instead of my own tale. It's been a nasty two weeks and I've been comforting myself. Some people drink. Some smoke. Some eat sweets and cookies. Me? I write a fanfic drabble online. Partly because with the way my tummy has been behaving, I really can't do the other stuff. I want iced brownies. But my stomach tells me not to even think about it. ie. "You want to end up back in Long Island College Hospital Emergency Room? Nope, thought not. Behave!"

( more drabble...Will just brought Buffy some hot coco. Yes, it is a quiet little fic on a rainy stormy Saturday. )

[Time for lunch besides, got stuck again.]

And the drabble continues...

[Just so you know - I did actually write two pages of my own tale today, ie. own made up characters. Also had a nifty chat with my Dad about writing - he writes and self-publishes his work at 1stBooks.com. Has written and self-published five books so far and is about to publish his sixth. Doesn't make any money at it, doesn't care - has a nice following of readers on his island and around him. When I told him about this little exercise, he said and I quote, that he loved writing dialogue. Dialogue he'd read was in fact "action" in a story. IT moves things forward as opposed to pure description. Interesting. Hadn't really thought of it that way. Did have a writing teacher tell me once that it was jockeying for position. Not sure what I think. Day continues to be rainy, rented two movies for viewing after this bit.]

Where we left off? With the names. Will told Buffy he'd taken Gunn's last name cause he couldn't bear the name Spike. And Liam was using Angel as a last name.

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Okay, now hopefully I can watch Being Julia before I fall asleep. Did this a lot later than I intended. I blame watching Gilmore Girls reruns.

[*Note - edited one brief section - the name "Willy", blame Being Julia - which reminded me what it means to the Brits. Also changed who repeated Giles comment about how Spike got his name to Willow. Just doesn't work as Xander.]