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blamebramptonGood news: Mr B and I are BOTH working for the first time since July last year (admittedly, I was coasting along on a mix of redundancy pay and freelance income until he lost his job in October, but then it was back to me being a sole breadwinner. Did I come home to a nice clean house and a hot dinner? NOT ONCE! He is a rubbish housewife. Good thing he's a lovely bloke.)
Bad news: Sydney is freaking ridiculous this summer. The best thing I can say for it is that we haven't had any 46°C days yet, but we have had weeks of scorching days and sweltering nights and the whole city just wants a good night's sleep.
Other news: I wrote a pinch hit for hd_erised. The mods gave me the wonderful oldenuf2nb as my pinchee and I was so pleased, as it all came together with some things that were pooling around in my head. There are politics, there are jokes, and there are Ron and Hermione, because I love them. I hasten to add that at no point is Harry actually dead, despite rumours to the contrary.
I want to talk about the writing process for this, but I wanted to do that last year, too, and haven't had time, so who knows? It was written, at any rate, and it wasn't the latest fic sumbitted!
Title: And, On The Other Side, A Welcoming Voice
Author: blamebrampton
Recipient: oldenuf2nb
Pairing(s): H/D, then canon pairings
Rating: PG
Word Count: 38,500
Warnings: Discussion of canon and post-canon deaths
Summary: For twenty years, the official history has told readers that Harry Potter died at the Battle of Hogwarts. The next edition is going to require some significant revisions.
Author's Notes:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
oldenuf2nb, you have been one of the most consistently wise and generous voices of fandom over the years and I have benefitted so much from knowing you, as well as loving your art and fic. I confess this story shook hands with your prompts and then went gallivanting off in its own direction, but, since it stayed in touch with the themes you said were important to you, I hope you will enjoy it regardless.
Thank you to the mods for your encouragement and hard work. You make our world a better place!
Many, many thanks to the team of brilliant betas whose eagle eyes and good sense have all added greatly to the final version.bk7brokemybrain, divertazsc illereyn and mamapyjama, I owe you all! You lifted my spirits and made me look far more competent at both writing and typing at a time of year when you would have been perfectly entitled to be selfish! I value your friendship as much as your fine brains!
And for those who don't know the phrase, 'bottled it' means roughly the same as 'chickened out'.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Catch it here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8892007
And if you have any unwanted cool weather, please send it our way! More rain would be lovely, too.
Bad news: Sydney is freaking ridiculous this summer. The best thing I can say for it is that we haven't had any 46°C days yet, but we have had weeks of scorching days and sweltering nights and the whole city just wants a good night's sleep.
Other news: I wrote a pinch hit for hd_erised. The mods gave me the wonderful oldenuf2nb as my pinchee and I was so pleased, as it all came together with some things that were pooling around in my head. There are politics, there are jokes, and there are Ron and Hermione, because I love them. I hasten to add that at no point is Harry actually dead, despite rumours to the contrary.
I want to talk about the writing process for this, but I wanted to do that last year, too, and haven't had time, so who knows? It was written, at any rate, and it wasn't the latest fic sumbitted!
Title: And, On The Other Side, A Welcoming Voice
Author: blamebrampton
Recipient: oldenuf2nb
Pairing(s): H/D, then canon pairings
Rating: PG
Word Count: 38,500
Warnings: Discussion of canon and post-canon deaths
Summary: For twenty years, the official history has told readers that Harry Potter died at the Battle of Hogwarts. The next edition is going to require some significant revisions.
Author's Notes:
oldenuf2nb, you have been one of the most consistently wise and generous voices of fandom over the years and I have benefitted so much from knowing you, as well as loving your art and fic. I confess this story shook hands with your prompts and then went gallivanting off in its own direction, but, since it stayed in touch with the themes you said were important to you, I hope you will enjoy it regardless. Thank you to the mods for your encouragement and hard work. You make our world a better place!
Many, many thanks to the team of brilliant betas whose eagle eyes and good sense have all added greatly to the final version.
bk7brokemybrain, divertazsc illereyn and mamapyjama, I owe you all! You lifted my spirits and made me look far more competent at both writing and typing at a time of year when you would have been perfectly entitled to be selfish! I value your friendship as much as your fine brains!And for those who don't know the phrase, 'bottled it' means roughly the same as 'chickened out'.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Catch it here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8892007
And if you have any unwanted cool weather, please send it our way! More rain would be lovely, too.
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Date: 2017-01-25 02:54 pm (UTC)Oh, and loved, loved, LOVED the story, too! *is terribly behind on reading erised fics*
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Date: 2017-01-26 12:14 am (UTC)And HURRAH! Thank you!
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Date: 2017-01-26 06:35 am (UTC)*grins* I once visited friends in Canada; somewhere in the prairies in late March. It still was around -15°C, and their farmhouse had central heating from a furnace via floor air vents. Absolutely stifling by European standards, so I asked them whether I could maybe open the window a bit at night, especially as they'd also given me quite a few heavy blankets.
They thought I'd gone mad. :P