Dear ERLM;

look what I've done today:

- lived mostly on chocolate (organic, with almonds)
- learned to hate a shop assistant
- written
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(Forget Indiana Jones.)

Yes, I admit I'm still some 1300 words short of today's goal. But I'm getting too tired to think. Must say I love Parker Pearson and Ramilisonina and Cleal and Allen for writing their stuff in teams. Makes it so much easier to reach your required word count if you have to write 'Parker Pearson and Ramilisonina' or 'Cleal and Allen' all the time. *g*

Yeah, I know, it's all my fault for getting seduced by, of all things, the evil lure of Harry Potter slash - again. Anyone want to shoot my muses for me?

Stonehenge...

1200 words down, 2800 to go. Those 1200 were the hardest part, though. Let's see if I can reach 2500 today...

Two fic updates...

(crossing my fingers it will work this time... first two attempts were botched, somehow...)

In between typing away like crazy to reach my 4000-words-by-Monday goal (1300 down, 2700 to go) I've been doing some revising. As a result of this, revised versions of 'Together' (a thousand thanks to ballyharnon for a kick-ass beta!) and 'Zusammen' – that's 'Together' in German – are available now:

Together
Zusammen

Also, 'Endure' has mutated - again. 'Endure' is a strange beast. After two years of hard labour I thought I was done with it – not because it was 'done' by any means, but because I gave up – and then suddenly, half a year later, it starts to change, almost without my aid. Sprouts a sentence here, an image there, loses a few sentences in other places. Punctuation marks move around as if of their own accord; spaces and paragraphs appear out of thin air. And then it starts to split itself into some twenty parts or so, forcing me to reformat the whole frelling thing! Really, that story has a life of its own.

And voilà, it's much, much better than it was! Check it out in all its new, twenty-or-so-parted glory

here.

Oh, yeah: for those not familiar with that story and its long history: it's Methos fic, set after the end of the Game in a far future; it's very, *very* weird, if I say so myself. This is probably the strangest thing I've ever written. It's all about madness, amnesia, and other cheery stuff like that, and it was a long struggle to find an expression for what I wanted to say that appeared adequate. I am oddly happy with the result of yesterday's revision. I really think the splitting up of it helped a lot to make it work (or at least make it work better than it did).

So... if you like experimental fanfic, give it a try. Chances are it will bore you to tears, but it is probably my favourite out of all the things I've written. (Yeah, and I do realise that by giving a story that almost everybody will find awful the title 'Endure', I'm practically asking for snarky comments. Bring'em on. I love my baby anyway, even if it's pretentious and boring. *g*)

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ERLM: Do I have to say it?
Hmpf: No, you don't.
ERLM: I'll say it anyway: get your lazy ass...
Hmpf: ... back to work. I *know*.