I uploaded a Yuletide Treat fic that ended up being 1300 words; that is, a full-length Yuletide story. OH, MY BRAIN. I don't know what's wrong with me. Clearly I hate myself.
I've written more words of fic in the last five days than the previous two months, I think. Wow.
Tomorrow I can post my
sn_holidays fic. Yay. And maybe write another Yuletide one, though I swear to the little gods of the Internet that that one will stay at a reasonable length. And include porn. For crying out loud.
In other news, I came up with an awesome plan for New Years Eve that involves Doritos, ice cream, pajamas, and a Celebrity Boyfriend Movie Marathon. It's going to be stellar. That is not sarcasm. I am excited.
Right now, though, I need to either sleep or die. Peace out, flist.