Brammers is quiet ...

[blamebrampton]

I came back from Italy feeling a little unwell and proceeded to languish about (in the manner of a Puccini (or SMeyer) heroine). Which has led to my hd_hols fic being late (in the manner of a contemporary Italian train). Happily, the mods are kind (in the manner of Enid Blyton mothers).  Unhappily, I have lost my mind (in the manner of someone striding through San Francisco declaring they are Napoleon).

Last night's writing saw me spend half an hour trying to remember the name of a brand of watch (then changed my mind about including it), twenty minutes unable to recall how to spell the word perambulate (since edited out), and then I had to dig out a map to work out the broom flying times from London to Brighton (whole scene since deleted).

I grew up in East Sussex and London, am an editor, and once worked on a specialist horology magazine. If you don't hear from me for the next week or so, it's because I am poring through books trying to recall the name of that red-haired wizard who's good friends with the dark-haired one, whatsisface.

The mods are very, very kind. And dead sexy.

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[frayach.livejournal.com]

Can you and I share a room at the Funny Farm? I hear it saves on cost and we can help each other keep track of our meds ;)

But seriously. Feel better, and what did you tell me once? The brain is a mercurial but resilient little fellow.

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

If you read a hols fic where the first half has a reasonably coherent plot and the second half just consists of Harry striding about the place laying claim to European territories, and Draco trying to stop him before finally dressing up in a natty pair of tight trousers and boots and wrangling in some Belgian troops, keep it hush hush!

We would be sent to the back of the asylum for bad behaviour and for offering objective criticism of the counsellors ('I like his voice, but his theory is so Jungian. Still, from a retro perspective, it's fascinating!')

A little more writing, then bed. I shall try to keep all characters from leaping upon large white horses and taking over Spain.

[thisgirl-is.livejournal.com]

"I shall try to keep all characters from leaping upon large white horses and taking over Spain."

Are you kidding? This sounds like a fantastic story! I'd read it.

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

Oh gods and monsters ... Harry Potter does Sharpe ... Well, maybe next year when I'm not writing for fests.

[thisgirl-is.livejournal.com]

Colonel Malfoy (whose father eventually purchased his commission after a true masterpiece of a tantrum) is finding the Peninsula campaign rather less exciting and more dirty than anticipated when he comes across the thoroughly disreputable Harry J. Potter shacked up in a small Spanish village. Captain Potter, attached to the Home Office in a suspiciously vague manner, is on the run after his cover is blown... somewhere?

Look the bus was late, and I could think about this or how cold it is.

Colonel Malfoy has a white horse, btw.