Just wanted to drop by and thank you again for that extraordinary Worst Muse fic — I kept thinking it couldn't possibly get any better and then it did and it just *flails* there's a poem in there somewhere when all these feels settled down a bit more. By which I mean, in more coherent prose, it moved me to want to write poetry, and I think I will when I can get out of the interpretative dance of delight phase.

(Thank you. What an amazing gift of a fic. I'm still unstrung from my eloquence and ringing yet.)

ETA: also, did I meet you at con.txt the time before last via stultiloquentia? Your username here is oddly familiar...