WW Fic: I Want You to Know

Title: I Want You to Know
Author: out_there
Fandom: West Wing
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I think that deep-down, Josh Lyman still belongs to his mom Sorkin. Certainly doesn't belong to me.
Summary: The things Josh wants to say at Christmas.

Notes: Written for musesfool as part of the "Isn't It Iconic?" Ficlet-A-Thon. It's over the word count but it's also based on both icons, so I figure it all evens out in the end. Smooches to oxoniensis for an emergency beta. (Thanks, babe!)

( I Want You to Know )

As always, feedback stops me from becoming Scrooge.

*snerk*

On the bottom of an email I sent:

"Apologies for the delay. I accidentally sent my last message to [incorrect email address, which was missing one 'd']. One letter can make such a diference."

*laughs* I apologised for the typo by making another one. *g*

Lunchtime

You know that 'feedback for a fic i never wrote' meme, right? (Let's just not mention the ways that I can't stick to that idea...) wearemany posted feedback for the alternative ending of "Where Have You Gone, Tom Glavine?". Needless to say, sabine101 never wrote that ending, but it's good for a giggle.

***

luthien67, big HP fan that she is, has posted some interesting thoughts on comedy in fic and the way it (isn't) valued. It makes me want to write some highly insightful meta about SN fiction, and the amount of high quality fiction in my little boutique fandom. I want to say something about the way that angst is done well, but the comedy there is done even better; that the best SN fics are the ones that make me hurt (or squirm in my seat) *and* laugh out loud.

I want to conclude it with some nice points about why I'm as happy as a pig in mud in this fandom (happier, even, than in WW or SV. It's like... the happiest I've ever been about a fandom. It's a totally intoxicating feeling.)

But, I'm not a big meta-thinker, so I'm sure you guys can just take the vibes and come to your own deeply thought out conclusions, right?

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Me? All PMSy and cranky? Made me drag that old Donna-wip out of abandonment. Huh.

Apparently, when I'm cranky and fed up with the world, that's when I go back to writing WW. Give me a couple of days to get my happy back, and then I'll probably be back to Dan and Casey.

(Although, I have Cassie/Danielle thoughts, too. Yes, I'm getting snippets of AU!SN... and I should probably write it for this week's sn100 challenge. *nudges phoebesmum* You should, too.)

Easily pleased...

Going home. Didn't quite get as much done as I wanted, but... *shrugs* Like I really care.

Anyway, feedback is the best picker-upper ever, and celli makes me giggle like a loon. Why? Her comment to Casey (regarding Dan and sn wip):

He was trying to take the high road. You're trying to take the high road. Both of you on the high road? It's bad, my friend. Very bad.

I can't quite explain it, but I love it. I love the phrasing, I love the SN-feel of it, and if it were physically possible, I'd mutate it into the summary for this fic. (I don't think it is, but if it were, I would.)

It's like... the perfect explanation for half of the denial-angst SN fics out there.

So, yes, I'm off for my weekend of "oh-my-god-why-didn't-i-start-my-assignments-earlier?!" I'm guessing there'll be frequent LJ posts to bitch myself out... *g*