I am a junkie, who knows her fix is here. Thanks, Plei. The timing couldn't be better, either.
*runs to read her precioussssssssssss*
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
I am a junkie, who knows her fix is here. Thanks, Plei. The timing couldn't be better, either.
*runs to read her precioussssssssssss*
As my standard warning, this is the uncharted part of the story.
What they're doing right now? I accept no blame for. I'm not sure where the last 2300 words came from. I'm fairly certain, however, that these darlings have, well, issues.
I think that was only 23 words. It can't have been 2300. I need 2277 more words. Now. Dammit.
I don't really care what they're doing. See the earlier comments about emotional truth. Plei, you have a way of making canon out of fic. Damn. I love this story.
I ran a word count. It was 2300. I was a little shocked at that, because I'd thought I'd only added about 300 to the total.
Of course, I'm typing in Stuff What Happens Later, and realizing I still have 7.5 pages left to transcribe.
I think it will *most likely* wind up being 30,000-35,000 all told.
I'm at 24,000 (including the later-stuff I've typed) right now.
I think it will *most likely* wind up being 30,000-35,000 all told.
I'm at 24,000 (including the later-stuff I've typed) right now.
Oh dear. This makes me so happy. I've just loaded she loses a little each day, to start reading the whole story-so-far over again.
FWIW, I didn't see any errors. I wasn't looking for them. But I none jumped out at me.
They tend to leap out at me when I do a re-read, but I'm not scheduled for one for a couple weeks yet. (Having just done one last weekend.)
Eep. Okay, 2:30. Bedtime!
Sleep tight(er than I did)!
Started mine...
Whipping off his shirt, Xander wiped off his brow and chest, and grabbed one of the shovels. Anya stared for a second at Xander's intensity and started in at the foot of the grave.
Tara consoled Willow, who was starting to fall apart. "My fault," she cried, "it's all my fault. I should have known."
Goose. Bumps.
I wish I could do the challenge. Sheesh, even the 100-word challenge. My brain, she does not go for the fic-writing. I think I have an idea, though.
kicking brain