Thanks so much to both you and wellinghall for reviewing the bookshelves and cookbooks and such and for generously sharing your knowledge. It cracks me up to think of the two of you saying, oh look, an imaginary American person is writing fanfiction about things she knows nothing about has questions about Christmas in 1942.
In contrast, while, on the one hand, I did have a detailed and lovely conversation last night over Thanksgiving with a woman who works in bird conversation and energy policy about Laysan albatrosses (while everyone else was laughing at me about the same sex bonding in giraffes), no one in RL knows about the fanfic. I've hidden it behind psudos and such for nearly 20 years.
I've been lobbying for a family trip to the UK in the Spring rather than Rome -- "I want to go to Oxford." "Why?" "Errrr.... dinosaurs?"
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In contrast, while, on the one hand, I did have a detailed and lovely conversation last night over Thanksgiving with a woman who works in bird conversation and energy policy about Laysan albatrosses (while everyone else was laughing at me about the same sex bonding in giraffes), no one in RL knows about the fanfic. I've hidden it behind psudos and such for nearly 20 years.
I've been lobbying for a family trip to the UK in the Spring rather than Rome -- "I want to go to Oxford." "Why?" "Errrr.... dinosaurs?"
Thank you again ever so much.