November 22nd, 2006



Unk. Okay. That was my afternoon, sacrificed to the God of Naps. The dreams were like Buffy characters in the world of George R R Martin. Xander was attempting to choose a bride, and his scheming mother was pushing him away from the representatives of the kingdoms of the north. Uh.

Okay, time to go stagger around and make a pot of half-caf.

cya_ficathon story is at 8500 words and showing no signs of stopping. That means I have written 8500 words in two days, with the prime writing hours of the evening still to go. I only ever do this when I have detailed outlines. Well, I also did it with "Reconnection" part 1, but again that was a case of knowing exactly where I wanted to go at all times. Man, I hope it doesn' t turn out that 8000/8500 words are the wrong ones.

Unk. Coffee brewed. Uh.
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