Recently, I noticed that basically all wingfic is about dudes. As usual, I attempt to remedy this.

( in which I try and fail to write wingfic: part one )

I've gotten myself into something that will probably take several years, lots of research, and plenty of dedication -- which I'm not really sure I have, but let's discuss that later. No, I haven't gotten into a college.

I've started writing a novel.

And of course I'm tearing my hair out now because this is the sort of novel that devolves into a great ( Read more... )

For no reason she can tell, she needs to leave. Needs to get out of this building that contains her. She sees no reason why until she is already outside, when something -- something -- sparks inside her and

She runs, runs down the street to find the last patch of dying sunlight where she twirls giddily, laughing hoarse and breathlessly. She looks ( Read more... )