my world is changing and I don't like it
My haunted high-school weechester WiP has kind of... blossomed. In an explosive manner. In a manner that requires me to actually do some plotting and, dread of all dreads, research. Although I'm totally pulling the MotW out of my arse (with a bit of help from the ol' 'our school is HAUNTED!' stories every kid hears), so I guess I'm not too far gone yet. Nevertheless... dear God, Supernatural, what have you done to me?
This could actually get quite long.
For me, anyway, which is considerably shorter than everyone else's perception of 'long'. (Longest fic I've ever written = about 20k. Longest fic I've ever written and finished = <2000. Go team.)
I'm quite excited. In a 'too scared to write in case it all goes HORRIBLY WRONG' kind of way.
So, anyway, now I'm trying to figure out what state this should be set in, and wtf to call my imaginary town.
God, I suck so hard at this kind of thing.
This could actually get quite long.
For me, anyway, which is considerably shorter than everyone else's perception of 'long'. (Longest fic I've ever written = about 20k. Longest fic I've ever written and finished = <2000. Go team.)
I'm quite excited. In a 'too scared to write in case it all goes HORRIBLY WRONG' kind of way.
So, anyway, now I'm trying to figure out what state this should be set in, and wtf to call my imaginary town.
God, I suck so hard at this kind of thing.