Play-ese...halp. Playse halp?
Ok, which one of you bastards wants to beta about 5800 words of Ray/Walt smut? Actually, to be fair, it is approx equal parts schmoop and smut. I'm not a TOTAL degenerate.
(I totally am)
I hate this story, and I have spent like 600 million hours reading it over and over again, adding bits and taking bits away and changing bits until it now makes no sense at all to me. AND, to make it work, because I am a total fucking idiot, I had to go back to For Once I Could Go Off and change TWO WORDS. TWO LITTLE WORDS that I realised last night completely negated one of my major plotpoints. SIGH. (If you manage to figure out what those two words were, I will totally write you an 'I'm sorry I'm such a moron' fic/drabble, pairing of your choice). Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that I'm so sick of this fic and I have NO DISTANCE whatsoever and it needs someone with Nate's red pen to go through it and make me look less stupid.
Ok, I have to go shower for work and try to convince myself that yes, my little fic is ready to be sent out into the world and no, it doesn't need justonemore read through. NO, BECK. LET IT GO.
(arrrrgh, I am sixty times more nervous about this one than I was about the last. Arrrrrrgh, Aaaaaaarrrrrrrrggghh.)
--Beck.
arrrrrrrrgh.
(I totally am)
I hate this story, and I have spent like 600 million hours reading it over and over again, adding bits and taking bits away and changing bits until it now makes no sense at all to me. AND, to make it work, because I am a total fucking idiot, I had to go back to For Once I Could Go Off and change TWO WORDS. TWO LITTLE WORDS that I realised last night completely negated one of my major plotpoints. SIGH. (If you manage to figure out what those two words were, I will totally write you an 'I'm sorry I'm such a moron' fic/drabble, pairing of your choice). Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that I'm so sick of this fic and I have NO DISTANCE whatsoever and it needs someone with Nate's red pen to go through it and make me look less stupid.
Ok, I have to go shower for work and try to convince myself that yes, my little fic is ready to be sent out into the world and no, it doesn't need justonemore read through. NO, BECK. LET IT GO.
(arrrrgh, I am sixty times more nervous about this one than I was about the last. Arrrrrrgh, Aaaaaaarrrrrrrrggghh.)
--Beck.
arrrrrrrrgh.