Excerpts from mail.fanfic: 15-May-96 Re: [FFML][prodding] From t.. by Mr
David A Houghton@surr 

An old codger wanders across the street.  Keen eyes peer out from under
a brown, floppy hat.  Unnoticed, the bumbling, hunched-over man smiles
craftily to himself.  "If I didn't know better, I'd say she was
slipping."

Damon walked away, gesturing with a cane in mock anger at the supposedly
awful weather.

(yunoo, I was thinking of pulling a "disguise" stunt like this at AX96,
but now I've gone and given it away...  ;)

Damon Casale, scyth@andrew.cmu.edu

Damon looks up and sees saveral ships appear in the atmosphere.

Ship: Damon you will complete the fanfic or we'll shred the starter notes 
of your news fics and stop you rewriting them more than twice.

Damon: I forgot about the Vorlon Taskforce David lent her. 

Damon: Okay I'M on it.

The ships vanish.

Um...you really should stop putting words in my mouth.  This past
Thursday, I lost my box of disks.  Not having a computer of my own, EVERY
story I've written was on there, and is now gone.  I can retrieve old
versions from the remailer and the archives, but I was in the middle of
revising all of the Blue Lightning ones.  Now I need to start from
scratch.

Sorry to disappoint you, but there will be nothing forthcoming from me
until I can recreate the work I lost.

Damon Casale, scyth@andrew.cmu.edu

				* Love *
                 Between two people, there is nothing that
                      can draw them closer together