I seem to be having some sort of anxiety issue today that I will put down to hormones, having done little this morning but write a post that I subsequently deleted and fret about the vid and the last audiofic and the current fic, and then spend the afternoon not-writing and being fed up (though I did some typing and editing).
The current fic (the WIPbigbang fic, House Divided/Eurydice II) is approximately 53,000 words and not yet finished. It's supposed to get posted by the 29th and it's fucking stalled. I've also a Troubled Tales fic to finish in that time, which will be prioritised if it comes down to it, because it's me running that exchange.
I need to stop writing novels. I have an idea for another sequel for this thing, now, as well, which would provide a final answer for the Mara-Audrey-William-Nathan conundrum. Argh. I'm thinking it'd better not be this bloody long, though.
The current fic (the WIPbigbang fic, House Divided/Eurydice II) is approximately 53,000 words and not yet finished. It's supposed to get posted by the 29th and it's fucking stalled. I've also a Troubled Tales fic to finish in that time, which will be prioritised if it comes down to it, because it's me running that exchange.
I need to stop writing novels. I have an idea for another sequel for this thing, now, as well, which would provide a final answer for the Mara-Audrey-William-Nathan conundrum. Argh. I'm thinking it'd better not be this bloody long, though.