If you loved me, you'd write me a story. I'd really like to read something good in this fandom. If I had good stories to read, I wouldn't be feeling the urge to write something myself.

(Probably someone has written good stuff and I either just didn't hear about it, or someone told me about it when I was in my "non-fandom" stage and I forgot.)

I mean, there was an illicit organ bank located in a spa, killer klowns, rogue assassins, alien abductions (complete with Mulder-Scully clones, a mob family run by an 18 year-old college girl, a remake of The Maltese Falcon, a sex club, and a 007 knock-off. Those were all situations from episodes. I can't imagine how you could get too far out in fanfiction. There's almost *nothing* you couldn't write.

Doesn't that entice anyone who writes well?

Surely someone out there can get past how painful the episodes can be to watch, study up on the characters, and write me some M/V slash to make me happy? All I ask is that you have the characters in character, okay?

Oh, and don't write something that's going to annoy me, then send me a link to it, okay? No pregnancy, no death stories, no het, no threesomes, no crossovers, no abuse.

My wants are simple. Write something good for me. Something kind of longish where there's a lot of UST and a little action, then a lot more UST.

To talk about something besides my self for the moment, let me mention that the Tweenybopper is driving me nuts today. I think if she wants to fight with her mother about her healthcare, she really should do that on her own time. She sits at the other end of the suite from me and her voice, which carries, bounces off the glass besides her and almost echoes back into my office. I can't hear myself think. I know my own voice carries, I wouldn't care to share an office with me, but since I don't listen to myself talk, it doesn't really bother me. Her voice, on the other hand, is very distracting.

Makes it very hard to work on the software walk-though I'm trying to construct.

Makes it even harder to hear Victor and Mac talking and they're having a very tricky conversation about where it is, and is not, appropriate for Mac to put his hands.

(I've given up on using a sensible approach to writing the story and now I'm just writing whatever bits of dialogue or scenes that occur to me. I'll figure out a way to link them all up into an actual story some other time.)

Three hours later....

Well, the old work ethic returned. I have a walk-through.

I don't have any more story.

Sad, but virtuous, that's me.