MetaFic

The published story is getting to the point where I'd consider posting it at SIYE. I'm not ready yet, partly because I don't want to make readers wait too long for the plot to develop as, well, I think they'd get confused. I don't think that there's much I'd need to change to fit in with the requirements other than the removal of the f-word, but I may be wrong.

Anyone care to assist?

John Scalzi, Wil Wheaton and Subterranean Press are offering to publish, and pay professional rates for, a winning fanfic entry based on the weird illustration appearing at this Web page:

http://whatever.scalzi.com/2010/05/30/fanfic-contest/

This is a benefit for the Lupus Alliance of America.

It's also seriously twisted. Have fun.

Okay. Baby, travel, floods, no sleep. But everyone is healthy, though the parents are exhausted. And because of the travel, there is - lo and behold! - time to write. Fourteen-and-a-half thousand words, probably fifteen by the time this chapter is done in a couple of days - then the two betas gnaw its bones, and then it's up. I hope everyone likes relentless character study and never knowing what happened when or why anything is the way it is. In other words, it's more of the same. Now with even more death, and Nutella.

When I logged on this morning there was me and 500 guests :-) what sort of traffic do we normally get on the site?

Despite her bad night, Ginny was out in the grounds heading towards the Quidditch Stadium whilst the rest of the school were still fast asleep. The exception, at least amongst the students, was of course Harry Potter, who she had been told was also prone to begin the day with exercise.

Each of her strides was dogged by thoughts of him in full flow, his lean body glistening with a sheen of designer perspiration as he pushed his body through an impossible set of exercises.

I'm still alive. I'm taking two courses at once and sniffing around the job market, all of which are taking up a lot of time. I'm also having to do some spring-related work on the house, which is taking up even more time. I have a wife around here somewhere, and she seems to like to take up my time. I've recently discovered that sleep is, in fact, necessary, and it takes up a shocking amount of time if you let it.

So I have very little time.

The very talented Stmargarets received this request from our good friend Sherylyn.

A technical/computer-type question - something about file sharing?
My dear beta, sherylyn wanted me to ask this question for her. Since I don't quite know what it means, I'll just copy it under the cut. Leave her an answer in the comments if you know:

I know we've touched on this before but if you feel able pop over to Lj or email Sherry direct.

http://stmargarets.livejournal.com/94003.html?view=3890995#t3890995

Looking through one of the last fics in the takinginturns fest over at LJ there is one which properly fits the AU.

cwarbeck bravely took up the challenge to write a shippers manifesto for the H&G ship. For those of you who joined fandom relatively late one, these were all the rage early on in fandom but are a bit redundant these days. I've included a link to the post on Lj that includes fic recs to go with the ship.

Making lists of 'must read' fics is always fraught with difficulty and none of the fics would be on my list.

Three that would be are: