Fic: Sunday Morning (Suicide Kings, Brett/Avery, NC17)

[carolinecrane]

I can't decide if I should be keeping a word count every day. On the one hand, I'm lazy. But on the other hand, I will probably be annoyed with myself later if I don't. So I'll try and we'll see how that goes. Word count for yesterday: 1730

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[carolinecrane]

I am tempted to say, "No, no, you see, it's not about you, it's all about *me*", but that will come out totally wrong and my sense of humor doesn't translate right on this stupid thing. *g*

So instead I will tell you not to worry about it, because this whole writing project is completely for my benefit. If people want to read what I post, that is awesome. If not, that's cool too, no offense taken. My ego will certainly survive someone else's disinterest in my fandoms, honest. And really, I should be writing original stuff anyway, which won't get posted here until I'm ready. So I'm just being lazy with fic writing these first few days to get back in the swing, and then I will start on the original stuff and moan about writing without actually posting any of the writing.

In short: Don't worry about, because I certainly am not.

[theamusedone]

Yay! More music, I am downloading right now, thank you! Another one I have not heard of, this is a damn happy thing.

Also, discs are going out to you today! You will be able to watch and rewind the coat scene on a bigger screen! *VBG*

[carolinecrane]

New music by new artists is the reason the internet was invented, right? Well, that and porn.

Yay! Coat scene! I am such a soppy, pathetic romantic. It's gross.

[theamusedone]

You are not far off there at all! And hey, nothing wring with being such the romantic! That one gesture said more to me than a season worth of Owen.