*shakes a little*
In between doing lesson plans and taking sessions this morning, I put in the final words to the longstanding WiP, You Make Me Sick. It is, pre-editing, roughly over 91k long. I've been writing this story for two and a half years. I started it as a short reaction to "Labyrinth" in season six, to draw out the complexity of what an AU like that could really HAVE, and in the process it became one of the most cathartic fics I've ever written. This is out of a cut, so I won't get into the details of what this story really means to me, but suffice it to say, it is extremely personal, and that anyone could relate to that fic made me extremely happy. Comments along the lines that it opened your eyes about mental illness, or that it resonated with part of your own experience, well, those just put me over the moon.
I don't know if it is considered good taste to reflect on a fic like this at the end, but I felt like this one in particular deserved it. It felt like it was writing me, sometimes. I can't say it was exactly pleasurable to write, because it's painful, but I love the fic nonetheless, and I love this Clark and Lex very much.
Anyway, the final chapter should be out soon, unless I get swamped with something.
*sniffs*
I don't know if it is considered good taste to reflect on a fic like this at the end, but I felt like this one in particular deserved it. It felt like it was writing me, sometimes. I can't say it was exactly pleasurable to write, because it's painful, but I love the fic nonetheless, and I love this Clark and Lex very much.
Anyway, the final chapter should be out soon, unless I get swamped with something.
*sniffs*