is that a deadline I see before me?

I have this self-imposed deadline for finishing basic writing (not beta stuff and formatting and all that) for the epic, and it is approaching with this sort of alarming whistling noise. It is possible that I need to put down Life on the Murder Scene and back away from YouTube and get on with the writing, if only so I can stop telling all my bandslashy friends that I'm not allowed to actually write anything. And, you know, obviously, also because it would be nice to finish this story that I'm working on. Yes.

Which is to say:


230,267 words.
603 pages.
1 2/3 chapters to go.

The one Giddy made me post because she is a freak.

Okay, haha, ignore what I said last night about not being allowed to write bandslash: I wrote bandslash. Well, actually I wrote bandGEN, but somehow I doubt that makes it more like writing what I'm supposed to be writing.

Thanks to strangecobwebs for saying "Aww, Gerard!" and giddygeek for saying "Aww, Gerard!" and "Post it!" and iuliamentis for saying, "Wait, what are you doing?"


Gerard, Summer 2005. There's a ring of folding chairs and a box of donuts in a particular equipment trailer.
Gen, PG. 557 words. None of this is true.


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