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More or less. :) 412 words tonight. Will write 400 words every night this week, swear on Sammy's head. Not much but start out small, right?
I'm thinking about the BB. I've almost changed my mind about doing one more, I think. I'm pretty sure I'm not doing the Sam Dean OTP4EVAHomgyes minibang this year unless I can come up with a faaaabulous idea. My promise to myself is that if I finish Public Enemies soon, I'll be able to seriously think about the challenges. Maybe have more confidence, even. Heck, maybe I'll just write a sequel to my last year's BB, the notwerewolf story. I have a ton of fics I can write sequels to. We'll think about it. I'll probably end up on a few folks' doorstep, so to speak, whining and begging for handholding and nummy treats....mmmmmm, cookies....
Or maybe I'll write about my life, thinly disguised as a J2. Boring, you say? Heck no! There was that time I spent as a trapeze artist, the Slightly Amazing Flying Wahoonie. Oh,and then there was my short excursion into a life of crime--safecracking is no joke, yo. Or maybe that whole thing where I ran a bordello and sold my own line of handmade, gourmet chocolate-covered, cream-filled cakes on the side. Until a certain national baking company stole my idea *and* name for them. Still bitter about those Ho-Hos, you bastards.
See? If I put half the dedication into writing as I do being a whackaloon...
Happy New Year. ;D
I'm thinking about the BB. I've almost changed my mind about doing one more, I think. I'm pretty sure I'm not doing the Sam Dean OTP4EVAHomgyes minibang this year unless I can come up with a faaaabulous idea. My promise to myself is that if I finish Public Enemies soon, I'll be able to seriously think about the challenges. Maybe have more confidence, even. Heck, maybe I'll just write a sequel to my last year's BB, the notwerewolf story. I have a ton of fics I can write sequels to. We'll think about it. I'll probably end up on a few folks' doorstep, so to speak, whining and begging for handholding and nummy treats....mmmmmm, cookies....
Or maybe I'll write about my life, thinly disguised as a J2. Boring, you say? Heck no! There was that time I spent as a trapeze artist, the Slightly Amazing Flying Wahoonie. Oh,and then there was my short excursion into a life of crime--safecracking is no joke, yo. Or maybe that whole thing where I ran a bordello and sold my own line of handmade, gourmet chocolate-covered, cream-filled cakes on the side. Until a certain national baking company stole my idea *and* name for them. Still bitter about those Ho-Hos, you bastards.
See? If I put half the dedication into writing as I do being a whackaloon...
Happy New Year. ;D