This writing lark again.

Er.

So! Remember that ranty post about words not making sense and not being able to write because my brain wouldn't let me?

Yeah.

Word count for today:

7,000 words on the H50 Big Bang that has sat languishing in my Gdocs for the better part of three months, until today I suddenly had a beginning, and I squeed and leapt to the keyboard, and then... there was more story in my head. Quite a bit more story. Um. I estimate it's only a quarter done? Here's the trouble I have when I sit down with the express intent of writing long stories -- they end up being gigantic. Part 1/3 is finished; part 2/3 is looking like it's going to be AT LEAST twice the size of part 1, and part 3 I imagine is going to be about the same size as 1. WHAT IS THIS EVEN, WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF. WHY, BRAIN, WHY??

Dear Muse,

I hate you. You LIVE to torture me.

Sincerely,
Your writer.

I am so incredibly happy with what I have so far, I don't want to talk about it in case I jinx it! This is the 'story pouring out of me after it's been perculating for ages' approach. It tends to work best. Suffice it to say there is A Lot of Danny angst, and he's just about ready to more his 16/17-year-old (age TBC) Jersey ass to Hawai'i. EXCITING OR WHAT?

1,100 words on the first out of three help_japan stories I'm writing. THIS IS NOW FINISHED, pending beta/edits/epic freakout that it's NO GOOD AT ALL. It's... very different from what I've written so far, and it's kinda experimental. I really like it at the mo; the freakout, I imagine, will be along the lines that my recipient will hate it. D:

OH GOD MY BETA IS GOING TO HATE ME WHEN I DUMP ALL THIS WORK ON HER. D: