I've reluctantly talked myself out of signing up for Yuletide this year. It would be a tremendous amount of fun, it always is, but I have limited time for writing and I really need to reserve that for the writing I hope to sell. So even while I scanned the
amazingly ginormous list of nominated fandoms and characters and contemplated what I might offer and request, I had a sense of how it would go: I'd feel bad about taking time away from my other writing, but I'd also feel bad if did a half-assed Yuletide fic, so I'd be stressed out and dissatisfied either way. Which didn't seem fair, either to myself or my recipient. So it's with some sadness that I'll sit this year out, and with much glee that I look forward to reading the posted stories after 12/25, even though none will be written expressly for me.
BUT, this seems an opportune time to talk about something that WAS written expressly for me, last year, because last year I was in a not-hardly-posting place and therefore didn't rec this fic, and that is a crime. Because I received what might be the Yuletide Fic To End All Yuletide Fics. Honestly, it was so incredible that I think I may just read it again this year on 12/25, because it was easily gift enough for two years.
See, I requested a fic based on Italo Calvino's novel,
If on a winter's night a traveler. And in my request, I suggested that my writer could blow my mind by writing the story of ME, the reader, reading my Yuletide fic (and losing it, and finding it again, only it's not the same, and so on -- if you know the novel, you know exactly what I mean). And this request fell to
norah -- who at that point I didn't know at all -- and BOY HOWDY did she deliver. She read through my journal to find out what fandoms I had nominated for Yuletide, and what I'd requested in prior years. She got in touch with my best friend to get information about my life -- so that not only did the story include all kinds of relevant details about the things that legitimately would distract me from reading my fic, but it even contained accurate descriptions of my house. (Srsly. I was completely convinced that my author had to be a good friend of mine in order to know so much.) AND she wrote this unimaginably stunning fic that tells MY story while traipsing through a host of my favorite teensy fandoms, and she did a pitch-perfect rendition of Calvino's style, and honestly, the whole thing was just gob-smacking and jaw-dropping and I can't believe I never recced it before.
It's here --
If on a Yuletide morn a reader -- and if you have ever read the Calvino (or
Carter Beats the Devil, or
Soon I Will Be Invincible, or seen
The Book of Life or
Henry Fool), or just if you enjoy fantastically creative, impeccably crafted fic, you really must read it.