I felt as if Harlene walked with me yesterday. Portland was her adopted city, the last place she lived. Thinking of her helped me handle the crowd without feeling any claustrophobia. There was so much kindness and determination on display in that mass of humanity. The sense of doom I've felt since the election has lifted to allow a new determination to germinate.

Miss you, lady.

This is my pitch for the Highlander Holiday Shortcuts:

http://hlh-shortcuts.livejournal.com/91664.html?view=2167824&style=mine#t2167824

Time to sign up.

I need normalcy right now. For those who know me in the non-virtual world, yes, I live in that county in Oregon, and went to that college the first couple years, long ago...but talking about it, well, if you could see the number of times I've backspaced this sentence, you'd know that words just aren't working.

Please just go write a Highlander story.

I wrote a pinch hit story for hlh_shortcuts for morgynleri
Much thanks to mackiedockie and ilferion for beta duty. The characters are mainly Methos and Amanda.

Title: "No Child is Ever Mine"
Rating: Gen
Summary: Then and now.

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Go check out these new stories:

http://intoabar.dreamwidth.org/

Sorry to the folks in my ad Yahoo groups. Someone in Paraguay celebrated St Paddy's by hacking that account. Thank you mackiedockie for spotting it. All passwords have been reset -- or at least I hope that I remember -- oh, I remember one more place -- off I go.

Packing! Of late, I have started loosing things rather spectacularly. My own little katana space. Wish I could figure out how to pull them back out to my plane of existence. My little note book with the pockets into which I stuffed baby pictures to show off at the con, gone. ((sigh)) Well I still have gazillions of pics on my laptop. I lost a whole unopened sack of dark chocolate chips a few days ago. And when I bought a new bag and baked the cookies I forgot the flour mixture in the first batch. So that's how they make butter brickle. I think I'll blame that one on Anya with whom I was chatting online at the time. Yeah, that one's Anya's fault.

Still raining. And the creeks are high. We are leaving extra early for the train in the morn just in case the freeway traffic goes psycho in the snow and rain. I apologized to my fellow convention goers for the Oregon weather on twitter this morning. We never did promise you dry, but we make up for with the beer.

Hope to see some of you soon.

Sitting here in my easy, drinking a bloody abomination, while listened to a new voice. Sherlock has finally started talking to me. Been able to hear John Watson for awhile, and even Mycroft. Come along now Lestrade. Welcome to my hovel boys. Mac, Joe, even Methos have stilled...watching me struggle. Good timing for good times. Two paying docs to write, that old guardbear claiming to be 'original' and finally bread crumbs cast by the detective. It's all good.

I wrote a bit of shiny pencil for Anya. She was been requesting Sherlock/Methos for sometime now, and though Methos is always willing, it was difficult to get Sherlock to agree to it...

Thanks very much to Mackiedockie for beta.

Slash, swearing, alley sex, PWP

Links to "The Eyes Have It":

at Highlander Fiction

or at AO3

This is really worth reading. Louise Brealey tweeted the link this morning. It's an article written by Henry Porter about and for his friend, writer Gilbert Adair. Link is to the Guardian.


My dying friend found kindness to be the rule, not the exception

Last day of a week in Alaska and not even one mosquito bite. How can this be?

Will be home by Thursday evening. I think. To tell the tale.