A while ago, musesfool wrote [when recc’ing Sleeping with Ghosts (The I'll Have What He's Having Remix) by Lady Goodman] “actually, what this makes me want is for Tonks to meet up with Dawn and River, two other girls who know a little something about being not-there.”

And I thought, I know how to do that.

So I'm in the middle of it, but it's gonna be huge, possibly the biggest thing I've ever written, not counting the Monica Hughes rip-off novel I sweated over for months at age 15. And god, I'm going to have to do research, because there are all kinds of fandom details that I need to watch season 6 of Buffy in order to corroborate (is that a word?). Also, putting glossaries at the back of fantasy novels? Really Good Idea.
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In other news, two of yer garden-variety nerds came into my store on the weekend to buy copies of Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them and Quidditch Through The Ages, and I had to hide my sekrit, "you're so a fanfic writer" grin, because I'm not outing myself at work. The vast number of inappropriate suitors I have to deal with every Saturday morning when they come in to buy their copies of the Jewish/English/Ottawa papers are enough of a co-worker-teasing-inducing burden.
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And lastly, after months of crushing over a guy at [edit - My Local Vid Rental Place], I suddenly had a friend of a friend of my roommate call me and say that he knew him and that he could totally hook us up for drinks this afternoon. Which, of course, made me completely panic and I am at home and not there. Nothing says elaborate set-up like having some girl whom you totally know nothing about tag along with you to a bar at 5 in the afternoon for no discernible reason. It would be like having a first date with three people all at once, and even I, aware of the writerly possibilities inherent in awkward situations, felt like that was a horrifying prospect.

Bah!