There once was a Scooby named Xander...

I'm feeling bad about never posting anymore, so I tried to write a Spike/Xander limerick. Xander rhymes with meander and slander. Duster rhymes with lustre. I couldn't make it work. Oh well!

I'm plugging away at my Fall for S/X piece. Ironically, this is leaving me with no time to read anybody else's Fall for S/X stuff. (Well, and RL is getting in the way somewhat too.)

I'm gaining much deeper appreciation for the WIP format (which I am notably not using for this fic). I've been working on the story for nearly three months now, and haven't posted a thing. Since writing always constituted my major involvement in fandom, I'm feeling kind of isolated now. Thank goodness for yourlibrarian, who's been beta-reading and giving me feedback as I go along—without her support I don't know if I would've managed to keep this up!

Of course, this is all my own fault for not being able to write something less than 20,000 words long. :P