won't want for love

Real life update pending, to be made at a point when I have done some sorting out of all the homesickness and joy and relief I'm dealing with, and possibly also at the point when I have even become close to glutting the need I have to just sort of mash up happily against my friends and not stop hugging them. In the meantime I have nefarious plans to go into town for hot chocolate and Pamela Dean's Tam Lin, because I am a bit of a masochist sometimes.

Also, a meme:

Out of utter curiosity, if I was chained up in your attic/study/basement/library/secret lair, and I had to write you one story, what would you request? (demand?) Or alternatively, what's something you always hoped I'd write but know is never going to happen?