With the goading gentle encouragement of karenhealey, I'm writing the Torchwood story that I keep talking about (at least in meatspace) - in the year-that-wasn't, the Hub goes into automatic lockdown. With the remaining members of the team in it. And they are stuck there, together, for a year.

What could possibly go wrong? IT'S A RECIPE FOR SUCCESS. So far I'm up to about 2800 3100 words, and am sporadically gaining and losing my funny. But it may be something I tack parts on to for some time, so who knows how it'll end up?

( random snippety bit from it, complete with tense problems and typos )

I love writing Tosh!

And now I should probably sleep, as tomorrow is a big day.

Fanlore soft launched.

Can't talk; gardening.

(More on this later.)