Hmph.

Am reading a really, really, really atrocious fic. So atrocious that I cannot, in good conscience, supply a link, because I would then have to contribute to your therapy bills.

I can't stop reading it, either.

It just has that...verve that awful Suethors sometimes display. They run all over the map, cramming so much into the fic, but there's just this raw...energy...or something...and I keep reading. Well, that, and it's a terrific exercise in How Not To Write. It's also fun to imagine how you would edit each sentence and rephrase whole paragraphs.

There really is something wrong with me. I've gone through 86 chapters already.

My fandom space!

A pic of my fandom space, i.e., my desk.

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Oh, and I must mention that this is all the fault of the woman with the most amazing fandom space evah...aerynstales. My teeny corner can't hold a candle next to her awesome shrines!

If you feel inspired to share, I hope that you, too, will do an entry about your fandom space. With photographic evidence. ;)