*beats head on desk*

[ratherastory]

It's a metaphorical desk, but still...

I am having a fight to the death with my BigBang final draft. I've mostly got all the scenes written that need to be written, and then I can get to the corrections pkwench made in my first draft, but the scenes are all putting up a hell of a struggle. Teeth, claws, poison stingers, you name it.

I have to post this monster in less than two weeks. Twelve days, in fact, since my posting date is July 9th.

On the plus side, my artist has shown me her work, and it's gorgeous. I'm a little worried now that people will see the art and then be disappointed by the fic. *waffles*

Okay.

*rolls up sleeves*

I have another fic draft due on the 30th, so I need to get this finished ASAP.

*goes back to work*


Doesn't help that I have a headache. Meh.

Comments

[tahirire.livejournal.com]

Ok, see, now, you didn't tell me you were being really really mean to Sam. This could change things.

*rummages for new banner*

I am now Trooper A, shown on the left. You are Trooper B.

[ratherastory.livejournal.com]

So... I'm doing a silly dance?

[tahirire.livejournal.com]

Yes. I am berating you for being mean to Sam, and you are all, "I'M BEING MEEN TO SAAM, YAY."

*is vry srs face*

[ratherastory.livejournal.com]

Oh, okay, I get it!

*grins at you*

C'mon, you know you enjoy the Sam!whump just as much as the next person. :D

[tahirire.livejournal.com]

I can neither confirm nor deny that assessment.

[ratherastory.livejournal.com]

*grins evilly*