I can have my LIFE back:)
Holy shit. I posted the *insert every expletive known to humankind* story that's been slowly gnawing at my brain for the better part of two weeks now. It's here: http://community.livejournal.com/24_fanfic/304876.html#cutid1
I am so excited, not because I think it's even slightly good, but because I finally worked up the courage to hit the post button and get it the hell out of here. And look -- it even comes with appropriate visual aids! ;)

The next fic I write is going to be 24 one hundred word drabbles based on songs Kay sent me (thanks Kay!). I am beyond stoked by the idea of working on something that is 1) not over nine thousand words long and 2) doesn't have to make sense as a whole.
Remind me never again to write a long fic. Yeah, I'll so forget that resolution over the summer. That's when I should come back and read this post. Now, a return to real life, in which I frantically clean my house and try to catch up on all the details I've been ignoring. The weather here is cold, grey, and gross, I have a million errands to run, Kiefer's probably gonna wind up in the slammer and derail S8, and I'm STILL in a good mood because I can stop thinking about this. Hoosh.
ETA: I just realized I didn't even put in a summary. That's where my brain is right now. hahahahahaha. I'm thinking something along the lines of "This fic is too long for my fragile little mind to summarize. My bad."
I am so excited, not because I think it's even slightly good, but because I finally worked up the courage to hit the post button and get it the hell out of here. And look -- it even comes with appropriate visual aids! ;)
The next fic I write is going to be 24 one hundred word drabbles based on songs Kay sent me (thanks Kay!). I am beyond stoked by the idea of working on something that is 1) not over nine thousand words long and 2) doesn't have to make sense as a whole.
Remind me never again to write a long fic. Yeah, I'll so forget that resolution over the summer. That's when I should come back and read this post. Now, a return to real life, in which I frantically clean my house and try to catch up on all the details I've been ignoring. The weather here is cold, grey, and gross, I have a million errands to run, Kiefer's probably gonna wind up in the slammer and derail S8, and I'm STILL in a good mood because I can stop thinking about this. Hoosh.
ETA: I just realized I didn't even put in a summary. That's where my brain is right now. hahahahahaha. I'm thinking something along the lines of "This fic is too long for my fragile little mind to summarize. My bad."
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I was working on my own fic, but after reading your I wonder why I even bother with my own little attempts at the English language.
Sorry. That sounded a little needy. In any case, I will hold off on the posting until after May 19th.
One thing I’ve noticed in your fics: You never use OC’s. You only use the crayons that are already in the box. They are pretty crayons. Is the lack of OC’s deliberate, or did that just happen?
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Don't SAY that. Please. Please please please. If you could just spend five minutes inside my head and realize how much I effing HATE EVERYTHING I WRITE. I think a lot of people probably read my writing flail as posturing for attention. But those who are nearest and dearest to me (feel free to pop in here anytime, Adrienne) know that no really. It's all true.
So good god you're giving me heart failure. You have to keep writing because I live for more 24 fiction and I love your stuff.
Is the lack of OCs deliberate, or did that just happen?
Ahem. Yeah. Never ask someone who loves writing as much as I do question like that. You're gonna be sorry. . .
First, I see the letters OC, immediately think OOC and start back with the heart failure. God I have issues.
Anyway. My choice not to write original characters is absolutely intentional, and probably stems from two things. 1) I love the characters already in place so much that I refuse to write someone else when I could be writing them. 2) I think I already suck at using the crayons in the box, so what disastrous things might happen if I tried to make colors of my own? (love your metaphor -- I spend tons of time coloring with my kids)
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That's the truth. She doesn't say that stuff because she wants to be convinced otherwise. She actually, in her semi-habitual state of delusion, almost always thinks she sucks.
That is all.