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selenakI just found out via facebook that iamsab has died. "Peaceful in her sleep" according to her family. Can't find anything sensible to say. We didn't have much contact in the last years, but it was good to know that she was there, and get the occasional news; a little less than ten years ago, when my B5 fanwriting and roleplaying was at its most intense, she was the citizen_gkar to my londo_mollari at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
theatrical_muse, and we enjoyed that tremendously. There are stories I never would have written without her, and not just in B5 - my DS9 story Five Things Which Never Happened Between Kira And Dukat was written for her, because she dared me to write Kira/Dukat, and also because of several Dukat discussions we had. My B5 story End of the Affair was originally posted as part of the Londo/G'Kar storyline we wrote at Theatrical_Muse, and would have been unthinkable without her and her G'Kar.
Then there were her own stories - her Farscape fanfic especially, which I read before I ever "met" her, virtually speaking. She always was my favourite writer for the Crichton & Scorpius relationship. Her DS9 and B5 tales, too. Her smart and funny commentary on other people's stories. A discussion she had withcremains in comments to a B5 story written by the later was what made me think about Londo and the Narn language, and thus later inspired Lost in Translation. We didn't always agree, fannishly speaking - for example, I saw Doctor Who canon often very different from her - but she was always captivating to read, and posted all too rarely.
I met her in person, too, some years ago, when I visited Los Angeles. We talked our ears off, strolled through farmer's market, and visited the Hollywood Cemetery where, something she told me, they show films - most often but not exclusively horror films - in summer. So we were there among these grandiose film star tombs next to the Paramount lot, under palm trees, watching The Exorcist projected yet another grandiose tomb. It was in many ways the ultimate Los Angeles experience.
I can't believe she's gone.
iamsab has died. "Peaceful in her sleep" according to her family. Can't find anything sensible to say. We didn't have much contact in the last years, but it was good to know that she was there, and get the occasional news; a little less than ten years ago, when my B5 fanwriting and roleplaying was at its most intense, she was the citizen_gkar to my londo_mollari at theatrical_muse, and we enjoyed that tremendously. There are stories I never would have written without her, and not just in B5 - my DS9 story Five Things Which Never Happened Between Kira And Dukat was written for her, because she dared me to write Kira/Dukat, and also because of several Dukat discussions we had. My B5 story End of the Affair was originally posted as part of the Londo/G'Kar storyline we wrote at Theatrical_Muse, and would have been unthinkable without her and her G'Kar. Then there were her own stories - her Farscape fanfic especially, which I read before I ever "met" her, virtually speaking. She always was my favourite writer for the Crichton & Scorpius relationship. Her DS9 and B5 tales, too. Her smart and funny commentary on other people's stories. A discussion she had with
cremains in comments to a B5 story written by the later was what made me think about Londo and the Narn language, and thus later inspired Lost in Translation. We didn't always agree, fannishly speaking - for example, I saw Doctor Who canon often very different from her - but she was always captivating to read, and posted all too rarely. I met her in person, too, some years ago, when I visited Los Angeles. We talked our ears off, strolled through farmer's market, and visited the Hollywood Cemetery where, something she told me, they show films - most often but not exclusively horror films - in summer. So we were there among these grandiose film star tombs next to the Paramount lot, under palm trees, watching The Exorcist projected yet another grandiose tomb. It was in many ways the ultimate Los Angeles experience.
I can't believe she's gone.
