Resurfacing briefly...

to say there's no possible way I can catch up with my flist. If I missed anything, I'm sorry, but I'm getting to the point where skip=100 is about all I'm willing to do anymore.

The novelthing continues in fits and starts. I'm at the point where I'm writing the actual climax, and it's coming hard, for some reason. So I've been going back and tweaking a bit here and there, vastly improving Ben's death scene by the substitution of a single line, and scaring the crap out of Ange. Good times.

Here, have a line, because I like to share:

"Ben?" she squeaked. Nothing of "puppy" was left in this terrifying stranger.

Still need to come up with a plot for my graveyard story. Gaaaaaaaaaaaah.

Also, my charming ISP is going wonky on me yet again. I'm currently accessing the internet via someone's unsecured linksys router. /o\

Resurfacing briefly...

to say there's no possible way I can catch up with my flist. If I missed anything, I'm sorry, but I'm getting to the point where skip=100 is about all I'm willing to do anymore.

The novelthing continues in fits and starts. I'm at the point where I'm writing the actual climax, and it's coming hard, for some reason. So I've been going back and tweaking a bit here and there, vastly improving Ben's death scene by the substitution of a single line, and scaring the crap out of Ange. Good times.

Here, have a line, because I like to share:

"Ben?" she squeaked. Nothing of "puppy" was left in this terrifying stranger.

Still need to come up with a plot for my graveyard story. Gaaaaaaaaaaaah.

Also, my charming ISP is going wonky on me yet again. I'm currently accessing the internet via someone's unsecured linksys router. /o\