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If I wasn't so lazy, I'd be writing. I've been kind of puddling around, reading stuff, nothing new except for an older snippet of Sv that fromward posted tonight and I owe her feedback on. It's beautiful. Like old SV, lyrical and full of Lex feeling, the idea of Lex and how he experiences the world. Frommie's Lex was always one of my favorites. Such a wise, thoughtful, lost kind of person, sure and not sure of himself. Reading her story made me miss Lex. I miss writing him, thinking about him, trying to imagine how he saw the world. Those were the shiny days, my friends! I made those poor boys do all kinds of weird things in all kinds of weird places and had fun doing it. Ah, the good old days! When the fic ran from my fingertips like wine, and my characters loved me! :)