Dept. of Inarticulateness

[kaffy_r]

AAAargh!!

I can't post - not about big things, nor about little things. F'list, I'm turning to you. 

Ask me questions, and I'll answer them in posts. Ask me fannish questions, ask me about my life, about reporting, about my tastes in food or music, ask me the other answer to life, the universe, and everything (the one that isn't '42'), and I'll answer. 

Or at least I'll do my best. And you'll have helped me get back into the posting habit. 

A grateful kaffyr thanks you!

(And also thinks she should probably apologize if this seems pretty egocentric. So here's another idea. If you'd like, you could ask me for a fic. Name your characters, and some sort of setup - happy, sad, funny - and I'll try to write something. So, yeah, there's that option.)

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[kaffy_r]

I can tell you that very quickly: it was when Bob sang it for me in our livingroom, after he'd written it. I was gobsmacked, both delighted and embarrassed. It was the first time anyone had ever written something for me, and that someone was the man I loved. It was wonderful.