Arrrgh my fic!

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Dear Cordelia: Will you please, just for a foolscap page or so, just shut up psychoanalysing everyone? Thank you.

Dear Gregor: Talk to me, dammit.

Dear Aral: I know you're the strong silent type, but can you work with me a little on this one, please?

Dear Miles: Sod off. You've been very clever and your parents are excessively proud of you, and Count Piotr and Bothari are dancing an underground jig together, so will you please go away now? Let Gregor have some attention for a change.

I've spent the early part of the evening digging fungus out of the flowerbed. It's pale brown and wrinkled, sort of ear-shaped, and it came in the sand that's underneath the flags of the path. Now it's moved into the soil and it grows at a quare rate of knots. I dig it up, three days later it's back.

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And the way he deals with the Nikki business. So much Gregor love! Laisa is a very lucky woman, though I think she deserves him. :)

Hope your characters are behaving a little better. I am suffering from a bunged-up nose and headache which also seems to have given me a bunged-up writing process. :(

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I hope we get to see Vorbarra babies, if there's another book. I should think there must be some, because I don't think Miles would be having potential Imperial heirs before Gregor does.

He's angsting nicely now, in the fic. I'm poking at Aral to give him that 'reputation versus honour' talk that he gives Miles in ACC.