Dear Bracelet Readers,
I ♥ you.
No, I really do.
You're very nice to me. Most of you, that is. Very understanding of my reluctance to post at the moment. You get that I'm in a rather delicate frame of mind and I just want to protect my inspiration. Heck, it's in everyone who wants the story finished's best interest that I hold off for a bit.
And it's going really great, by the way. I'm about to start chapter 98. It's such a ridiculously high number that I wish I belonged in a fandom where I could call it "episode" or some such rather than chapter, but there you have it. It's chapter. I estimate (read: HOPE) it'll be less than 110 chapters, but it's impossible to make it less than 100.
The word count is less daunting, though (although still rather large). 254,000 words at present. That's about three times the length of Silencio, if you read that. 2.5 times the length of Deathly Hallows, as I understand it.
So, you see, am not giving up on the fic just yet. Truly. Although, my writing has slowed some.
You see, we're having some real financial issues at the moment. Forget any ramblings I've had about money in here before, that was nothing. We're at a point where I feel guilty if I buy a bag of chips, and not because it'll make me fat, ok?
That kind of stress stifles your creativity some. Or maybe it doesn't stifle your creativity, but it certainly stifles mine. I'm constantly feeling guilty for not doing more to help our situation and ficcing seems like a frivolous waste of time.
Yet I do try to make some time for it where I try to coax out my muse every couple of days. Problem is, she's scared of the scene I'm currently trying to write. Yes, it's another one of those scenes -- the kind that can really make or break the feel of the entire story. But, hey, no pressure, right? Not like anyone's been following the story for two years....
I am fairly strung-up. In fact, it takes very little provocation for me to go into full rant mode these days.
But if you begin to bother me about updates, I'm not going to rant at you. Oh, no. I can do worse. I can do much, much worse.
I just stabbed Theo and then some. And it felt good.
There's room for a lot more damage. A lot more. So if you feel like taking a chance on my blood lust, go ahead.
Love,
~A Slightly Crazed Kitty
No, I really do.
You're very nice to me. Most of you, that is. Very understanding of my reluctance to post at the moment. You get that I'm in a rather delicate frame of mind and I just want to protect my inspiration. Heck, it's in everyone who wants the story finished's best interest that I hold off for a bit.
And it's going really great, by the way. I'm about to start chapter 98. It's such a ridiculously high number that I wish I belonged in a fandom where I could call it "episode" or some such rather than chapter, but there you have it. It's chapter. I estimate (read: HOPE) it'll be less than 110 chapters, but it's impossible to make it less than 100.
The word count is less daunting, though (although still rather large). 254,000 words at present. That's about three times the length of Silencio, if you read that. 2.5 times the length of Deathly Hallows, as I understand it.
So, you see, am not giving up on the fic just yet. Truly. Although, my writing has slowed some.
You see, we're having some real financial issues at the moment. Forget any ramblings I've had about money in here before, that was nothing. We're at a point where I feel guilty if I buy a bag of chips, and not because it'll make me fat, ok?
That kind of stress stifles your creativity some. Or maybe it doesn't stifle your creativity, but it certainly stifles mine. I'm constantly feeling guilty for not doing more to help our situation and ficcing seems like a frivolous waste of time.
Yet I do try to make some time for it where I try to coax out my muse every couple of days. Problem is, she's scared of the scene I'm currently trying to write. Yes, it's another one of those scenes -- the kind that can really make or break the feel of the entire story. But, hey, no pressure, right? Not like anyone's been following the story for two years....
I am fairly strung-up. In fact, it takes very little provocation for me to go into full rant mode these days.
But if you begin to bother me about updates, I'm not going to rant at you. Oh, no. I can do worse. I can do much, much worse.
I just stabbed Theo and then some. And it felt good.
There's room for a lot more damage. A lot more. So if you feel like taking a chance on my blood lust, go ahead.
Love,
~A Slightly Crazed Kitty