I don't ever want to look at a bus again.

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One seven-hour bus journey later, I'm back in Scotland and very very tired. (It started pouring with rain the second we drove past the 'Welcome to Scotland!' sign on the motorway. Funny, Scottish weather, very funny.) I did write fic on the bus, though. I'm a little concerned about this one. It's only half a page so far, and already I think it's going to need a thirteen-paragraph author's note disclaiming pretty much everything. I doubt it'll be necessary - it's not like anyone's going to yell at me for mentioning the less-than-pretty side of the Earth/Minbari war, is it? - but given the subject matter, and given that Branmer's already getting a little emotional about it, I'll feel more comfortable with some sort of note there. For lack of a better word, this feels odd.

Speaking of fics which might need long, detailed and defensive notes, I'm going to take a look at the other ficathon story and see if I'm as happy with it as I was when I looked at it last. I think, with this one, I'm going to end up hitting 'Submit Post' with a hand over my eyes and then running away from the computer.

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The last time I went to Troon, I got sunburnt and rained on, all in the same afternoon. Cue many puzzled "How do you get sunburnt in Scotland?" comments from my ex's family, who I went with. It's like the Scottish weather just hates all humans and wants us gone, it really is...