I'm not ignoring you! Now...play with me!

My email's on the fritz, so I'm not ignoring your comments or replies to comments...I just really can't see them. I'll go hunt for them. I'm thinking about switching to gmail since excite is being a douche - but that would mean changing email accounts for the second time in just a few months. But still...

And secondly, as I struggle to write *anything* - club_joss is discussing my story Post Apocalyptic Trends. I know! Finally a fic with some gravitas, right?

It's an mpreg for those who don't read mpreg! It's a slash-less slash story! It's Harmony...because there should always be Harmony! So let the introspection and the five-dollar words begin! What exactly am I trying to say about the gender biases and pairing hierachies of fandom with dialogue such as, "Het? Eww," and *do* I really think Angel and Xander look alike? And how did I come to write an mpreg parody without actually parodying the mpreg part? Oh, this is the exciting part of fandom, folks - come rip me to shreds (oh, except on the excessive love of participles - I'm aware of that.) Concrit? I'm down with it. Because really, love ya if you like the emotion of "Sunday Morning" or the smut of "Rodeo" - but this kind of story is what I'm really all about as a writer. Take that as you'd like. *g*