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yuletide story -- 1500 words, maybe 1/4 to 1/3 done, and going decently finally.
ETA: My yuletide story is now up to 2,200 words, still pouring out my fingers, and I swear -- the thing is on crack. Do you know how hard I have discovered that while it is possible to keep your fingers in your ears while singing la la la la I don't hear you!, it is impossible to do that while typing. Which is to say, the story's winning out on what it's going to say, and how it's going to be written. But I tried. Briefly.
Probably 5-6,000 words before it's done. Tomorrow at this rate. And I can't even ask whose bright idea this was. I know it's my fault. [/ETA]
Now, if the apartment plumber would actually come fix my tub so I can clean it again and soak, I'd be a really happy camper.
ETA: My yuletide story is now up to 2,200 words, still pouring out my fingers, and I swear -- the thing is on crack. Do you know how hard I have discovered that while it is possible to keep your fingers in your ears while singing la la la la I don't hear you!, it is impossible to do that while typing. Which is to say, the story's winning out on what it's going to say, and how it's going to be written. But I tried. Briefly.
Probably 5-6,000 words before it's done. Tomorrow at this rate. And I can't even ask whose bright idea this was. I know it's my fault. [/ETA]
Now, if the apartment plumber would actually come fix my tub so I can clean it again and soak, I'd be a really happy camper.