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My desk at work is nothing more than piles of paper. I expect to dig out sometime in 2007.

My week has been overwhelming. Not bad. Just overwhemling.

My weekend? Mom's Birthday.

Worried about the Mali Africander fic. I'm so worried that I got some detail wrong.

Algeria...*sigh*...just Algeria. I feel for all you folks who picked a war zone because, dude, I'm right there with all of you.

Haven't written a damn thing on Algeria because, outside of the insurgents, there just isn't a whole lot out there by way of detail.

I've even got an Algeria plot, but my plan strand Xander and company in the Sahara got shot to hell. It seems like everyone who can dump Xander in the middle of the Sahara is going to do it so I'm stuck with...Algiers.

Algiers is very schizophrenic. Beyond that...I got nothing.

I'm pleased about my shiny new take on the Immortal. It's so WtF that I'm giggling in anticipation.

My demonization of Xander for the Mali story is utterly complete. I'm a little wigged out about the Big Lug right now.

100 pages into Mali, and still no Xander.

Miss. Swithin is shitting her pants at the prospect of seeing this guy.

His reaction when he gets his hands on Miss. Swithin's files is going to be...intresting.

She better be very glad that Xander's gotten a lot more practical in Africa, otherwise she'd be sleeping with the fishes in the Bani River.

I'll resurface on the 19th. Mali will be done and I'll be full steam ahead on Algiers since the two stories are a snuggly pair. Needless to say, it'll be posted in parts.

*sniff* I really want to get back to Water Hold Me Down, but nooooo, I had to sign up for the Africander fic-a-thon.

That's it. No more fic-a-thons.

Well, except for the Remix one. That one I'll do.

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100 pages into Mali, and still no Xander. Hate you! Don't ever change... :)

That's it. No more fic-a-thons.

Same here.

Heck, I even drabbled that once, Xander stuck in the Sahara.

You mean like this?

Xander trudged across the burning sands. Somehow he was making almost no progress. Six hours walking got him perhaps two miles across the treacherous surface.

At long last he came to the oasis that he sought. A Sufi mystic resided there and dispensed the wisdom of the ages. Xander slaked his thirst in the cool water, although it tasted suspiciously of camel urine, and then approached the wise man.

“Tell me, wise Sufi,” Xander implored, “how can I make progress on foot across the desert?”

“It is a simple matter, oh one-eyed Ferengi,” the Sufi revealed. “Walk like an Egyptian.”

That would work, but it was the country challenge and I chose Dwight Yoakam's "1000 Miles From Nowhere", and riding on a camel with the Tuareg was infinitely preferable than being in communication and having to deal with the outcome of his blowup with Buffy over the Immortal.

But yours is funnier.

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Maybe for the little details you could look up historical and animal things on your country. Just like things like what animals he would see and maybe myths or old kingdoms that you could use in connection for demonology. I feel your pain about fic-a-thons. They are irristable.

Hear, hear on the no more ficathons. Mostly because I ended up doing something artsy and philosophical again, which is lame. And there are politics and religions and all those things not supposed to be in fic. And my Xander is still slightly deluded...*sigh*

Your Mali story sounds so very cool!!

I've got a country with little up-to-date info, too, since the state department bulletins say, Nooooooo! Don't go! Except now, first woman president, total coolness, and the inauguration's in less than a week. I fear my story's going to suck, however, and it's possibly not even half written. Damn Spander's sinister attraction, because that's what keeps wanting to be written, except a few bits of the Africander every now and then.

Can't imagine writing two....

Up until 1962, Algeria was the home of the French Foreign Legion. Anyone wanting to enlist just had to make their way to Sidi-Bel-Abbès, and they were taken on. (I actually contemplated doing this myself at one point, but chickened out. Just as well, considering what's going on in France these days :)

Things have changed since those days, of course, and "le Légion Étrangère" in now located mostly in southern France. But perhaps something is left in their old African fortress, or it's been taken over by vampires preying on the populace. Who knows? Not I, for a certainty, but your fertile imagination usually comes up with something.

Looking forward to whatever it is.

Paul

http://www.answers.com/topic/french-foreign-legion

I am so looking forward to reading this. *taps impatiently*

::tries to be serene as I wait; cultivates patience::

::c'mon, c'mon, write faster::

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