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.
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
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
juliana - that's sort of what it's for. I have a long WIP and it's been lying dormant. Mostly likely, whatever I start in this game will end up incorporated into that story, eventually. Just write anything for a half an hour. So what if it sucks?
What I've written is very raw, and unproofed. I have a feeling I had trouble with verb tenses in the second half, because I wanted to keep the feeling that Buffy was telling the story to Faith as she was reliving it. I bounced from past to pluperfect without being careful. I haven't had a chance to pretty it up. Damned time limit.
I have to run.
Anne, please link yours here or in my comments, so people can find it. My story is friends' protected, because at some point, I will incorporate it into my long fic. If someone needs to be added, please give a shout.