2 – Name the fandoms you've written in, and how much you've written in that fandom, and if you still write in it.

My primary fandom for writing is Queer as Folk-US. Prior to discovering this fandom, I didn't read or write or respect fan fiction. I thought it was adolescent and silly. I had this idea based on the vast experience of having NEVER read one word of it, ever.

The first fan fic I ever read was Plumsuede's "Framed." While I've come to feel that story presents a Brian and Justin that don't really resonate for me, what first powerfully struck me when I read it was how GOOD it was as a work of fiction. I'd swallowed all kinds of writerly snobbishness about people who write fan fic, and reading that story showed me that the people from whom I'd absorbed that view had no freaking idea what they were talking about.

Because I'm a professional writer (non-fiction), trying my hand at writing fic seemed  very natural. I have written a TON of fic... I haven't actually counted how many, but they're on my fic index page and it's a LOT. Bazillions. And if I had more time, there'd be a bazillion more. I really haven't even come close to getting tired of writing QAF fic, even though the audience for it has become small. And my main issue is that although I love Brian and Justin and love writing about them, I have a lot of bunnies that involve the other characters, and there's even less interest in reading those.

As to other fandoms, after I fell into writing QAF fan fiction, I tried my hand at writing some Xena: Warrior Princess fic. That was my first fandom, although as I said, it didn't involve fan fic in any way. I really like writing XWP fic, but because I've never connected up with their fic archives, and XWP fandom is not active on the journals, I didn't write very much of it. Still, every  now and then I can't resist.

Other than that, I've written one story set in the post-series West Wing world, for a character of color challenge. That was fun, as I loved the dialog on West Wing and I enjoyed trying to write it. I think it turned out well, and if I had enough time, I think I'd probably keep writing  post-series Santos presidency fic.

Finally, I wrote a story set in the Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer world, Christmas Town, and have an almost-completed sequel, Silver and Gold, that I hope to post this holiday season. I have no clue where that came from.

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Triple drabble written for the character of color drabble challenge at IJ's chromaticvision. My first Glee fic.

Title: Teamwork
Character: Santana
Prompt: Character study
Fandom: Glee

Santana's ponytail smacked her shoulders when she jerked her head around; it was Kurt, books clutched to his chest, a look combining equally nauseating parts of sympathy and understanding on his face.

"Would you like to explain what you're staring at?"

"Well," Kurt said slowly, "I guess it's the unicorn horn growing out of your…"

She slammed her locker. "Finish that sentence and you can stop worrying that your voice will ever change, because I'll slice your balls off."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Down, Satan. We're on the same team, remember?"

"The only team I'm on is the Cheerios," she said, and headed for the gym.

Kurt kept up with her. "If you think I'm going to out you…"

"Will you just shut up," she hissed. "I'm not on your team. I'm not in and I'm not out. I'm myself, and that's all you or anyone else in this stupid school needs to know."

"Santana, I saw you with Brittany," he said. "Do you think I of all people don't know how you feel, what it's like to know you're different from someone else? And you were the one who told Brittany she was a unicorn. How can you turn around now and…"

They were at the gym; Santana could see Coach Sylvester peering in their direction, whistle in her mouth, brow furrowed as she contemplated her star Cheerio and a guy wearing riding boots and jodhpurs apparently deep in conversation outside the door.

Santana narrowed her eyes. "Would you please flit back to fairyland or wherever you're from and leave me alone?" And she vanished into the noise and light of the gym.

Kurt watched just long enough to see Brittany's face light up when she saw Santana, then walked back down the hall to the choir room, frowning.