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[louiselux]

I was interested to read makesmewannadie's post about fannish adddiction, because I feel that I've passed through that stage a few times, first with X-files fandom, then HP, then Eroica. In my experience that level of obsession can't last, and to me it seems like the more experience you have with fannish addiction, the more you learn to cope with it and the easier it gets to drag yourself away and go do something else. Good Omens is a fandom that I love and can't see myself getting bored of for a long while, but I wouldn't say that I'm addicted or obssessed. Part of that is down to the nature of the fandom, I guess. It's small, with a limited amount of fic produced and it's hard to reach that level of addiction if a fandom just doesn't provide the fresh reading material. That's when you start writing it, and then that's a whole other kettle of fannish addiction.

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I keep trying to write a commentary for New Day, my Aziraphale-falls-in-love-with-a-pin-up priest story (because everyone has to write at least one, don't they?) but I'm finding it surprisingly hard. Much harder than writing the thing in the first place. I either get bogged down in self-indulgent waffle, or it all gets a bit incoherent. But I'll bravely perservere and soon, with luck, I'll be able to explain myself with a nice balance of coherence yet non-indulgent comment. Maybe Innocence and Experience would be a better one to start with.

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Work continues unabated. I made the Freudian slip of referring to our websites as 'webshites' in a meeting the other day, at which everyone fell about. My minions are healthy, and seem to have recovered from the heady days when we were all in terminal stages of stress.

I think I pushed myself a bit far at the end of last year, with NaNoWriMo, lots of fan writing and an enormously complicated work problem. Looking back I wonder how I coped. I haven't written much for the few weeks, and have really sat back a little from fandom, so maybe this is a reaction to all that stress. It feels good, restful, and I was rather pleased with the one thing I did write, Red is the Colour, the story of the Death Eater Cocktail Party.