Oh my God, I love Round Robin letters. If you haven't already read them, there's a journalist who compiles books of the things every year, and they're hilarious. Last year's was called The Hamster Who Loved Puccini (or something similar), and I cried with laughter reading it, because every year I always look forward to getting one from the family of a boy I went to school with 20 years ago. They go on and on and on about every single thing that has happened to them in the previous 12 months - and there's about nine of them, so it's a major work - in excrutiating detail (and they do charity work, which they always like to slip in somewhere: 'March was spent in Malawi providing free clean drinking water for the poor. Lovely country, friendly folk, missed EastEnders. Got dystentry - three months in hospital, but a very worthy cause').
On the fic front, I appear to be writing two. Couldn't decide whether to go angsty or fluffy, and ergo have done the sensible thing and gone for both.
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Date: 2006-12-07 02:41 pm (UTC)On the fic front, I appear to be writing two. Couldn't decide whether to go angsty or fluffy, and ergo have done the sensible thing and gone for both.