Except. . .
I have to finish my intoxication challenge fic tonight. Due on the 31st. My first challenge and I can't seem to get it done. Very sad. Boo~hoo. Cry me a river.
Speaking of which. I need a beta for it. Please? Bribery including many baked gifts. . .frosting? Icing? Fudge? Hey, my bf manages a meat market. . .steak, anyone? Ribeye? KC strip? Although to be honest, if he knew I was writing slash fic he'd have another heart attack.
I think my main problem is that I am in absolute awe of all your writing. It's stunted me. Ruined me. Disabled me. I haven't received any feedback on anything I've written for so long, I think I've forgotten what it is/was. And NO. I'm not asking for fb. I'm just sayin' ya'll are so damn good. Why couldn't I have befriended a bunch of BAD writers? Then I would feel so cool!
Hee! Just kidding. I'm so proud of each and every one of you. Proud that I can read your posts, drabbles, short fics. . . that I'm allowed access to your wonderful websites containing not only yours, but many other people's indescribably gorgeous stories.
Hmmmm. I wonder when Yahtzee will be updating her stuff. . .
No. I must go back to Wesley and Angel. Must go back. Wesley and Angel. And Angel is chained up. Gah. Really. Just Gah.