I've been writing more in the last week or so than I have in the last three months. Albeit, all the material that has been transferred from my brain to WordPad is nonsense of a largely useless strain, but at least it's rather good nonsense. Or at least, I think so.
I've just finished this little snippet, and thought I'd offer it up for commentary. (See if I can compete with Shandethe and Kuraki and Tina. Probably not.) It's completely idiotic, really, but I had fun writing it.
I call it Good Soap. Sirius waxes philosophical over the last two inches of a jug of Guinness to poor James Potter, who doesn't hold his drink very well.
Since it's short for a story, I'm not going to bother with making a page for it. I'll just post it up here.
Since it's long, even for drunken sermonising, I'm going to post it in the response column for this message.
... By the way. I'd like to hear from anybody who reads it and actually understands what it is they're talking about. I can't decide whether it's sneakily obvious in a Terry Pratchett style or completely obscure.