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I've almost finished my Bujold ficathon entry. Half of it (3400 words!) is typed, and I just need an ending. Oh, and a beta. Preferably someone who'll do more than just proof-read, who'll say, 'That doesn't work' or 'I can't see Gregor saying that'.
Every time I enter a ficathon, my fic always ends up turning into The Son of War and Peace (or Vor and Peace, in this case. Ow.) And the sort where you swap fics—it's like Christmas. You always end up with socks. And I always have a mad panic, like the current one. WHEN AM I GOING TO TYPE ALL THIS!!!
ETA: In a big mad frantic session. 7564 words. My wrists hurt. And it still tails off feebly at the end.
Doctor Who is apparently on at 6.35 tonight. Or maybe 7.25. This means I have to keep checking the television. And there will be some stupid presenter who really annoys me (Please, Auntie Beeb, taking Graham Norton out of the slot before the Doctor. I can't stand him, or Strictly Come Making an Idiot Of Yourself, either.)
In good news, my company have finally corrected my NI number, after five weeks and three time of asking. Yay.
Every time I enter a ficathon, my fic always ends up turning into The Son of War and Peace (or Vor and Peace, in this case. Ow.) And the sort where you swap fics—it's like Christmas. You always end up with socks. And I always have a mad panic, like the current one. WHEN AM I GOING TO TYPE ALL THIS!!!
ETA: In a big mad frantic session. 7564 words. My wrists hurt. And it still tails off feebly at the end.
Doctor Who is apparently on at 6.35 tonight. Or maybe 7.25. This means I have to keep checking the television. And there will be some stupid presenter who really annoys me (Please, Auntie Beeb, taking Graham Norton out of the slot before the Doctor. I can't stand him, or Strictly Come Making an Idiot Of Yourself, either.)
In good news, my company have finally corrected my NI number, after five weeks and three time of asking. Yay.
