wherein Liz may have had slightly too much hard cider but is writing like a fiend nonetheless

[edenfalling]

I am over the minimum wordcount for my Ladystuck Dark fic, but I am not finished by a long shot. I have... *checks outline* ...three more scenes to write. Maybe four, depending on how the last two play out in practice -- they are the ones that start to break the previously established pattern so who knows what might happen when the words hit the page!

This story is definitely in line with the dark!fic theme of this Ladystuck iteration, but I can't help finding it utterly ridiculous as well, if only because it is stolen lock, stock, and barrel from a hodge-podge of things I've previously written -- and which I will gleefully link to once authors are revealed.

Ah well, back to the salt mines!

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ETA, 1:15am - Success! Okay, so I missed the deadline by ten minutes -- I threw up an almost finished version ten minutes to 1 o'clock and then wrote the last 250 words or so in a frantic rush (and fixed some of the previous ones while I was at it), but hopefully that is close enough.

I think I may have ended up with more "creepy" than "dark," but again, that should be close enough.

Now I shall reward myself with milk and cookies, since I've already had quite enough alcohol for the night, whoops.

Comments

[branchandroot]

There are few things as amusing as watching/reading my friends writing while drunk. There's always such wonderful enthusiasm. *toasts you*

[edenfalling]

I'd meant to have a single glass because it had been a long day and save the rest for after I finished writing, but hard cider is dangerous because it goes down so easily -- before I quite realized, I'd finished the half-a-bottle I'd had left at the start of the evening. Ooops. *sheepish* Fortunately I am a good enough typist that I can correct my alcohol-induced typos (to coin an awkward word) without losing much writing speed.