ajkajfoiajf;ls this
yuletide thing is a pain. I guess I can't complain, since I did procrastinate, but I wish they hadn't insisted on keeping the deadline the same until the last moment. I thought it was unfair to extend the inconvenience to everyone just to get things done on schedule.
Ah well, this sort of thing is no one's fault except whatever fucked-up the coding, of course.
At least I finished my fic, and with 24 hours to spare, ha ha ha. It clocks in at 1,979 words. I'm pretty proud, what with all this writing I'm managing lately, even if this last fic isn't my best. I wrote it to match the tone of the original material, and I guess I've found that it's really not the most fertile for slash.
Oh well. I'll slash anything I wanna, dammit.
I'm having trouble with the title. Anyone not doing
yuletide want to help me out there?
P.S.
glockgal is SUCH a babe. GODDAMN. Am I alone here? Good. Thank god she's such a no-name. More lovin' for my oven. Or motion for my ocean. If you will. We will. Bye.