At a Glance...
I apparently began every month with Merlin. 8D Oh my.
End of year review!
Look back at your entries for the year and take the first sentence of each month to sum it all up! LETS GO.
January: Or, I actually wrote things this year, even if it really did not feel like it.
February: In a world that's medieval...one man's magic can save the day.
March: READ THIS FIC NOW.
April: Merlin laughed. "Good thing you've got me then, yeah?"
May: An epiphany just occurred in which I was once again forcibly reminded that the Merlin fandom, while very fond of Morgana/Gwen, doesn't write terribly long fic for them.
June: NEW HAMPSHIRE, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH TODAY.
July: I know you're all eager to know how I spent my day.
August: Last night was my uncle's 50th birthday party.
September: CAMELOT SOLSTICE SIGN UPS ARE OPEN!
October: I really and truly hate Wednesdays.
November: Daily word count met and passed.
December: Guinevere set the red candles down one by one to form a tight circle on the center of Morgana's table.
End of year review!
Look back at your entries for the year and take the first sentence of each month to sum it all up! LETS GO.
January: Or, I actually wrote things this year, even if it really did not feel like it.
February: In a world that's medieval...one man's magic can save the day.
March: READ THIS FIC NOW.
April: Merlin laughed. "Good thing you've got me then, yeah?"
May: An epiphany just occurred in which I was once again forcibly reminded that the Merlin fandom, while very fond of Morgana/Gwen, doesn't write terribly long fic for them.
June: NEW HAMPSHIRE, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH TODAY.
July: I know you're all eager to know how I spent my day.
August: Last night was my uncle's 50th birthday party.
September: CAMELOT SOLSTICE SIGN UPS ARE OPEN!
October: I really and truly hate Wednesdays.
November: Daily word count met and passed.
December: Guinevere set the red candles down one by one to form a tight circle on the center of Morgana's table.