Return of the Wayward Muse
Oh. My. God.
Dudes, I just wrote three pages for Faces in the Passageway. Three pages of a fic that's been languishing on my hard drive for over two years, three pages of something I was almost sure was going to become another unfinished piece.
I slept from about three in the afternoon to eight this evening, and when I woke up, it was just there. I wrote it in just under an hour.
Will wonders never cease?
*dies from shock*
CAROL: *looks at Mere's unconcious body* Huh.
Love,
-Meredith
Dudes, I just wrote three pages for Faces in the Passageway. Three pages of a fic that's been languishing on my hard drive for over two years, three pages of something I was almost sure was going to become another unfinished piece.
I slept from about three in the afternoon to eight this evening, and when I woke up, it was just there. I wrote it in just under an hour.
Will wonders never cease?
*dies from shock*
CAROL: *looks at Mere's unconcious body* Huh.
Love,
-Meredith