Falling Down on the Job

I haven’t any real clue who reads this, aside from my mother (Hi, Mum!), but I am aware that I’ve been exceedingly lax these last several months; all I can tell you is that fandom has eaten my brain.

Specifically, Supernatural fandom, with occasional excursions into Sherlock and White Collar(It has just now occurred to me that all three of these feature a tall, slim dark-haired guy with intense blue eyes.  So, hey, maybe I have a type after all?)  Tell you how bad it is: I made a new LiveJournal, because all the fanfic action seems to be happening on LJ.  (No, I am not going to tell you the name.  I’m sure someone who really wants to can figure it out, but really?  No one wants to that much.)

Right now I’m in thoroughly enmeshed in this monster of a fic that’s eating my brain; I’m closing rapidly in on ten thousand words and I’m not even really out of the intro yet.  This is not what I should be writing.  I should be writing the thing for the challenge.  But drafts for that aren’t due till after Pennsic, so it’s hard to get motivation…

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Nomenclature

When the Sherlock Holmes stories were written, it was common for even close friends to call each other by their surnames, thus “Holmes” and “Watson”.  These days that doesn’t sound natural, so the current BBC Sherlock has them calling each other, well, Sherlock and John.

I am less than impressed by the running joke about Watson being gay.  I don’t really get why that should even be a thing, in this day and age, nor why people should fail to believe him when he says he’s not.