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I just noticed a very obvious pattern in my fic. Death (that's death, not Death with a capital D) is everywhere:

I curently have twelve finished fics and thirteen unfinished ones. Four or five of these are either completely or at least to a large degree about grieving. Four involve a literal or figurative resurrection, and deal with how the grieving person accordingly moves from grieving to, well, not grieving. Two stories end with the protagonist's death; and two begin with it - both of these are, in some ways, about dying.
hmpf: Cole and Ramse from the show not actually called "Splinter" (Default)
Spent New Year's Eve online, chatting to [livejournal.com profile] ankae, good friend of mine (truth be told, possibly rather something like my long lost twin sister - she even shares nearly the same birthday!), much missed since she moved literally halfway around the globe about two years ago. (Two years already? Yeah, I think so.) Was glad to discover she still has *some* geek tendencies. (The issue we kind of dance around when meeting/talking again after a long time: "... say, you still a geek?" Our very own Gretchenfrage. Always afraid the other might 'grow out of it', thus proving that *we're* just stuck in some sort of eternal adolescence, after all.) Just before midnight [livejournal.com profile] nager and Anduranova also popped up online, and I chatted with all three for a while, feeling oddly connected for all the distance (present, past and future; physical and other).

It was a good New Year's Eve, strange as it may sound.

And today I found out that my oldest online contact, a lovely woman by the name of Jean who copied the Methos eps for me, way back when I had just entered Highlander fandom, died recently. I lost contact with her after a few mails and letters at the time - I was still very uncertain about the whole fandom thing, and about online life and a lot of things, and painfully shy to boot. Now I regret I didn't keep in touch. I made her a bit of jewellery in return for her tapes. Strange to imagine that it may now be owned by some relative who probably doesn't know its history.

Rest in peace, Jean. Thank you for showing me the kindness of fandom.

Much love to everyone else out there, as well. Have a good 2006. Don't die, okay?

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