I write. Slowly. Some day soon, I will post another story.

"To Children Ardent For Some Desperate Glory" started as an idiot attempt to write All Quiet on the Western Front with wizards before it turned into something less ambitious. The title (lifted from Wilfred Owen's wonderful poem) remains as a token to my frustration with the fandom and its gleeful depictions of violence against faceless enemies. Elsewhere in that piece, Luna quotes Walter Scott's "Alice Brand" and completely misappropriates a line from John Donne's "A Valediction of Weeping."

With three years of hindsight, I am embarrassed by some of its art-house stylistics and juvenile handling of concepts of which I have only a rudimentary understanding, but I will let it stand for now as impetus to finish its rewrite.

I am also working on a Narnian AU in which Lord Bar's treason to the Archenland crown has led to a long and bitter war between Calormene and its northerly neighbors. An overly nihilistic Marsh-wiggle costars alongside some very fractured Pevensies, and there's not much to be happy about at all.