Oh, I know that it's better to leave the stuff to the imagination, I know that a lot of times that makes it even more horrible but I miss it, I do. I liked writing awful things. *sigh* I guess I'll just have to move on. It's that way in real life too. I used to be so scary, and now, I'm just a fat little round ball of grandmotherly-ness. No fucking wonder I'm depressed!!
Say, speaking of SpN, How about The Road Goes Ever On? I'm enjoying that one.
I haven't posted my SpN fic here because it's very much a rough work in progress, the end is iffy and I'm not sure how to weave the two different parts of the story together--let me get a little further along in Dean's story and I'll start posting here. I'll send you a snippet of Sam's story if you like.
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4/16/08 04:35 pm (UTC)Say, speaking of SpN, How about The Road Goes Ever On? I'm enjoying that one.
I haven't posted my SpN fic here because it's very much a rough work in progress, the end is iffy and I'm not sure how to weave the two different parts of the story together--let me get a little further along in Dean's story and I'll start posting here. I'll send you a snippet of Sam's story if you like.