sheldrake

I just hastily backed up my journal, just in case the world ends.

Unfortunately, this resulted in me sitting there reading my own journal entries from 2002, until I suddenly realised it had gone dark.

If (and I very much hope it won't) LJ does go belly-up, I may be forced to radically rethink my life. Which is in itself a worrying thought.

I just wrote a fic. It's a short fic. It's not a particularly good fic. But it is something. A something written by me with my own eyes and fingers and brain. I'm posting it straight away without much careful checking or editing, because it's really just me proving I can still write words, which apparently I can. And that deserves a glass of wine, don't you think?

Title: After the Glorious Revolution
Fandom: The Ridiculous Russell Brand
Pairing: Matt/Russell
Warnings: I haven't put a great deal of thought into this. And it is stupid.
Disclaimer: This hasn't happened. YET!
Summary: Why Russell really shouldn't be allowed to organise an actual revolution.

( Up the Revolution! Or not. )