seraphcelene | Judith and Holofernes - I love you when your head is on a platter.

Writing tonight because -- well, because I can. Revising. Everything. And a few new to boot.

A warning to the curious:

It's getting darker in here.

I'm killing off Dawn, in ways. Xander, as per usual. Riley, has potential. Buffy is always a likely target.

Angel is still dreaming of mermaids. This time the water's are warmer and I see sultry girls, curvy and sleek. They are languid and friendly, lascivious and playful. They're so much less aggressive than the ladies off the Pacific coast. And because I just finished American Gods it may be about Disneyland and power centers.

Tara and Willow are building towards a confrontation. I see Kansas and, maybe, an homage to Dorothy and Toto. It will be an ending but I'm not sure for whom.

saava rocks my socks.

dafnap is adorable and she has Heidi breasts.

moonwhip is writing like a madwoman.

moireach is in my beautiful Ireland.

patrizia is drowning in deadlines, I wish you well, m'dear. And I wonder if

melymbrosia has read One Hundred Years of Solitude. I've read Of Love and Demons and the short story about the falling angel, but for some reason I'm having difficulty connecting with this one. Granted, I'm only on page ten. It may be more intriguing than I'm currently in the mood for. After all, Shadow broke my heart just two days ago. I may not be recovered.

Waving hello to

diachrony because she spoils me rotten with praise.

I am searching for the afterglow.