Fic I wrote this year:
Nothing to Confess, Pete/Patrick in the Killjoysverse
Your Neighbors in Apartment 27 B, Transitional Zone 12 - Bob/Ray in the aftermath of The Detective's Secret
"Outtakes" from The Detective's Secret - more like "scenes that didn't happen, except for the ones that did."
1:
The Midnighter's Baking Companion2:
Fifth Grand Sorcerer of the Ancient Order of Magic3:
The Governor's Desk I am trying to get away from the idea that I didn't write enough, that I didn't finish enough, or that there is a certain amount that is enough. Certainly, I didn't complete and post as much fic as I have in the past, but I was very deliberately focusing on original stuff, and I am very proud of my progress in that respect. It's very easy to turn in that direction and say I didn't write enough of my original stories either, but 'enough' remains a terrible guideline. I started a story, decided it wasn't the story I was meant to be working on, started another, and am very happy with what I'm writing. Mostly, I am very happy THAT I am writing, that I continue to write. I love writing, I feel compelled to write, and yet sometimes it is the hardest thing to do in the world.
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