In which things are not going according to plan.
I had a plan. I had a simple, easy, reasonable plan. Spend six weeks writing three five thousand word stories for the winners of my livelongnmarry auction before studying insanity and papers descended upon my head.
Now two weeks after the deadlne, I've got a grand total of ONE finished story, one that's going into a second draft with a new ending (needs more angst), and one that's just hit the ten thousand word mark and ain't looking back. How did this happen? How? I had a PLAN!
Fnergh.
Thankfully my requesters are awesome patient people who are very understanding about my complete and utter failure of time management.
Okay, enough whining.
Pimping a new Fic Fest, sickficfest, devoted to bad, bad characters doing bad, bad things. Prompts close tonight and claims run through the end of October.
The one fic I did manage to finish is posted below.
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Now two weeks after the deadlne, I've got a grand total of ONE finished story, one that's going into a second draft with a new ending (needs more angst), and one that's just hit the ten thousand word mark and ain't looking back. How did this happen? How? I had a PLAN!
Fnergh.
Thankfully my requesters are awesome patient people who are very understanding about my complete and utter failure of time management.
Okay, enough whining.
Pimping a new Fic Fest, sickficfest, devoted to bad, bad characters doing bad, bad things. Prompts close tonight and claims run through the end of October.
The one fic I did manage to finish is posted below.
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