Is there a color that is more purple than purple

Someone commenting on my fanfic referred to my "spare prose."

Ahahaha. Ha.

No. See. It's fanfic about characters already familiar to the readers and set in locations already familiar to the readers. That means I am mostly not describing these things in detail.

Do you people have any idea how much Patricia McKillip I have read? Because the answer is all of it.

(except The Bards of Bone Plain, which I'm halfway through; I'm sorry, McKillip, but it is not doing it for me. Maybe you're not being mean enough? Ombria in Shadow was the last book where I felt threatened by the Big Bad, and as such was legitimately worried about the characters, even though Alphabet of Thorn was designed to appeal to my personal preferences in every possible way.)

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I mean, look, THIS is what happens when I am left to my own stylistic devices and not writing fanfiction for a series consisting of 90% script-style dialog, with the non-script stuff being deliberately over-ornamented, hyper-symbolic-and-ironic, and commonly redundant to the dialog blocks so as to encourage casual readers to skim it and miss stuff, implying non-canonical or at best parenthetical status:

( cut for a very serious and dramatic narrative about a WEREMOUSE )

I have lost the ability to tolerate certain features of manga

at which I once merely rolled my eyes.

I cannot handle Chigusa in Silver Diamond anymore. He needs to keep his hands off that teenager.

Today's horrifying dish-drainer discovery.

Dark-colored coffee cup covered in pale, highly-visible streaks of dried-out improperly-incorporated instant cappuccino, sitting innocuously alongside several other ostensibly "clean" dishes.

I have informed Dad that he is not even allowed near the sink anymore. Put your dishes in the dishwasher and back away slowly.