my so-called life

Right, so when I signed up for apocalypse_kree, I didn't realise I was signing away a bit of my soul to surrealphantast in exchange for a finished story.

D'oh!

Nine thousand, six hundred and ninety-six words later, the muse is laughing her ass off as I gently point out that we're only halfway through the story and the crisis has only just hit the story.

Of course, I'm currently getting more of it written at work than I ever do at home, possibly because I'm being paid a contractor's wage to surf the net and write fic since they don't seem to be able to come up with anything to keep me occupied longer than a couple of hours right now.

I could have slept in.

( sleeping (or not), profic (or not), developing (or not) )

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