And in honour of International Tennis Slash Week...

... here is the first of what I'm calling The Poetry Ficlets. I'm paying all this money to study English Lit and so far it's done me a whole lot of no good at all, so it may as well be put to some use. Over the next week there'll be five ficlets, of which this is the first, written around a few lines or a stanza of different poems. They should all be very different, I hope, since I have something very different planned for at least two of them. This however is something nice and simple, just to kick us off.

Title: The Poetry Ficlets (1/5)
Rating: G
Pairing: Federer/Safin
Summary: Marat’s thoughts after having ‘slain the Jabberwock’ so to speak.
Notes: Set right after the Safin vs Federer match at the 2005 Australian Open. One of five special ficlets written for our self-declared International Tennis Slash Week.
Disclaimer: Didn’t happen, own themselves, this is just the bunnies talking. ‘Jabberwocky’ is taken from Alice in Wonderland and is © Lewis Carroll.

( The Poetry Ficlets - Jabberwocky )

So what happened to going to bed early tonight? Hhhmm.

EDIT: Okay in terms of comments and fic reviews, can I go to bed early tonight on the condition I give y'all another ficlet and possibly - if you're very good - the next part of the Pretty Close to Invincible series tomorrow? Pwease? I've woken up a little from this afternoon but I know unless I get nine+ hours sleep tonight I'll be useless tomorrow.

Dude where did my day go?

I can't believe it's this late. *shakes head* S'insane. But anyway, tennis slash is being worked on and should be up in a couple of hours or so. I'll warn you in advance, it's not going to be pretty. I think my Roger muse is staging a rebellion for some reason. And Andy's pissed at him for dumping him so Andy's rebelling too. It's all crazy-crazy-crazy here in Clo-world. But yes, fic later.

dukedee what's happening this weekend? I've been forgetting to tell you; the line between Preston and Lancaster keeps getting closed at weekends, so you may end up on a coach for the last leg. Any ideas of what time-ish you're aiming to get here? And is it okay for a few of the girls to tag along with us to the restaurant for dinner? I promise they'll be good.

I had a fun day today, despite not really achieving anything. I went into town after Philosophy, snagged one of the sofas by the window in Cafe Nero and worked on the ficlet for tonight in between watching the snow showers outside. I must've sat there for... two hours, at least. It was nice. :) They'd sold out of the cushions I wanted from Internationale though. *sighs* I soothed my pain with pretty writing paper for all these letters I owe people. Which will be written tomorrow and sent Friday, I swear.

Also, listen up people - it would have been nice to be told that I've been GETTING ANDY RODDICK'S AGE WRONG FOR THE LAST NINE MONTHS. Just a casual remark, a helpful comment, hell a KICK IN THE PANTS, anything to let me know. Since you have no idea how stupid I felt when I noticed while reading Ace today. Very, very stupid. Beyond words stupid.

So that was my moron!moment of the day. Aren't you proud? -_- (It is quite funny really, just... what sort of tennis slasher am I?! USELESS I SAY.)

Moving on from my horrendous use of caps lock, it was also pointed out to me today that we have a Philosophy test in week nine. I may sulk, since that cuts a good three or four days out of my English-essay-writing time. But, I'll worry about that next week. Right now I'm disappearing under plot bunnies and since I actually have time to pay attention to them for once, I will. Yay!

Now I'm off to wash up the disaster area I made of the kitchen cooking spaghetti bolognese, wash my hair and finish tennis slash. Interesting life I do lead eh? You can wake up now. ;)

Clo

EDIT: liroa15 I just did the Andy-Any thing again. -_- We're obsessed. In a good way.