254: Longest day of your life (part three)

[zippyknowsbest]

12:47 pm

Her mother jostles her. Wake up, Zipporah. Time to go to school.

I don't want to.

What of it? Wake up. Wake up. Insistent fingers at her shoulder.

Leave me alone.

Then her mother bites her hard on the hand and she cries out, jerking back to wakefulness, to pain. There's a flurry of wings and a harsh croaking, and she

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[whatstheddx]

So, longest day of your life ended up being longest fic of your life, eh?

So, off I go to read from the beginning...!

[zippyknowsbest]

*hands you water for your trip, and possibly an emergency flare for if you get lost*

[whatstheddx]

Haha, it's crazy, though, isn't it? The first ever prompt I wrote for House ended up being 10K words long. I finished it and was like, "Holy shit, HOW".

*takes!*

[zippyknowsbest]

I've hit ten-k before with another prompt, for onewingbloody, which was miles easier to write than this thing. If we count the 8700-word first draft I threw out, I wrote near 25K to end up with this.

Fucking writing.

[whatstheddx]

Fucking muses, you mean. They take over! Sometimes your whole life! At least for the duration of the prompt demanding to be written, anyway. *g*

It's so wonderful how much you've fleshed Zippy out. You should do a Q&A thing or something, so I can ask you questions because I am so fascinated to know how you came about with Zippy.

Zipporah's Origins...

[sand_andwater]

She dropped a hand blown glass bottle. It shattered. Zippy escaped.

Re: Zipporah's Origins...

[whatstheddx]

Hahaha. Well, that explains that one, then!

Re: Zipporah's Origins...

[zippyknowsbest]

Is trufax!

[zippyknowsbest]

Heh. I think I do mean fucking writing, these days. I'm hoping to professionally publish some of the Zippy stuff, so.... we'll see how that goes.

Hahahaha. Well, ask whatever you like, very few things is SEEKRIT.