katallison

Despite having stumbled to bed around 12:30 (which is *waaaay* late for me), I woke up clear-headed and full of energy at 5:45 this morning. Thanks go out to my brain for having retained a grip on the "we are NOT going to consume an entire bottle of champagne, dammit" plan last night.

I had a long and sappy entry started here, about the wonderfulness of fandom as a community fundamentally grounded in giving, which was sparked by a confluence of posts read this morning (including eliade's marvellous dS charity story; justacat's thoughts on fandom; maygra's shout-out to friends; forays into various Yuletide and dS Seekrit Santa stories; and all kinds of people's New Year's wishes and blessings). But I lost my train of thought, and will set it aside for some future point when I'm feeling sappy but also slightly more coherent.

I had started leaving comments on the Seekrit Santa stories several days ago, and then it struck me that if I did so to all of them (as I'd intended) it would kind of blow the reveal, on my story at least. (Not that I think there was any *vast* surprise there, given that it was the only gen story, and that everything I've posted -- good god, for the past *two years* now -- has been gen. I'm quite shocked, actually, to realize that only by the broadest and baggiest possible definition of "slash" can I still call myself a slash writer.)

Anyway, I shall complete my commenting over the weekend. And re-re-read the extraordinary story Hth wrote for me. (*glowing*) Any maybe write a little. And also do unending laundry, having discovered this morning that damn near every article of clothing I own is dirty.