When I come to the end of stories, there's a part of me that thinks... Already? Am I sure? Is this right? Should I end here? But as surreal as it feels, I think this is the right place to stop.

Which means I've just finished book 2. And I'm not kidding when I say *just*. I'm posting this here because it's proven a useful touchstone to remind myself how far I've come.

From a fandom that gave me the courage to believe I could finish something, which up until then I never had, to finishing book two of a set of three original stories... I've come a long way, and hopefully this is just the beginning. Now on to proofing for book 2, and seeding book 1 plus a final proof, then... Submitting it somewhere? It's the Holy Grail for me: to be a published writer. Hopefully... But anyway - for now:

256 pages. 119,520 words.

Go me!

OMG, I finished the first round of proofs!!!!!!!!! *dies* :-D Finally!!!!!

Okay, I love this kind of rumor! Wouldn't that be nice? :-D

I have a tendency to look at things as a success/failure, which isn't one of my better character traits. It also means I've been beating myself up this last week because I didn't accomplish all the things I wanted to, and have felt like I've written hardly anything. It never fails to bum me out how quickly all that downtime during the holidays get eaten up, too, which doesn't help.

Seeing everyone's Year in Review recap for all they've written made me realize that instead of just thinking I hadn't done much, why not go and actually figure out what I had done?

Very positive, n'est pas? ;-) See, I'm working on that whole positive world view thing. But hey, I write angst. So I come by it naturally. *g*

Here's what I found.
( Read more... )

Fandom: SPN
Rating: PG-16 (language/adult themes)
Category: Dean,Sam (gen)
Words: 5321
Disclaimer: Don't I wish! :-D
Summary: Sometimes there is nothing that can be said that can make it right. All the Winchester brothers can do is keep going forward, and try to be there for each other. Will it be enough?
Spoilers: Set after at least 2.05 (but is still on track even post-Crossroad Blues)
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Author's Note: So, being the OCD person that I am, I've learned up on how the boys could feasibly do the whole credit card thing and not got caught for so many years. The mentions I make of it in the first chapter will need to be tweaked just a little, because our boys don't just randomly steal stuff like that. They have a method, and typically do it in such a way that it really is pretty much a victimless crime (except to the credit card company). So bear with me. I know the early chapter or two has been wobbly, but we're rolling now. Really! *g*



It was just a little after six the next morning, and for once, Sam had gotten more than two hours of sleep in a row. His vision headache still throbbed dully, but it was more bearable than it had been in a while, and if asked, Sam could have honestly answered that he felt somewhat human. Not that anyone was asking, he thought with amusement.

“Mmmmmph,” Dean murmured as he buried his face further into his pillow, and even though Sam was anxious to get moving, he’d already decided a few minutes more wouldn’t hurt. He wasn’t the only one having a hard time sleeping.

( Continued... )