I sort of suggested I might attempt to write something fluffy for Christmas, something fluffy of a Christmas type nature. A genre I suspect involves puppies and kittens and poetry, possibly also some frolicking, declarations of love and heart shaped candy...or so I've been told. I sat here staring at the animated snow falling across my browser for about twenty minutes before it occurred to me that I appear to be incapable of this. Fluff is beyond my capabilities, it's literally brought my brain to a shuddering, crashing, bewildered halt. I admit defeat... So I'm writing about snow instead, it's cold and someone is nearly dead but it's snow, and fluffy, it'll do. Tags: made of fail, n-f, sulky bollocks, writing
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