Oh noes! A plot!

[lyore]

Oh shit. It appears my short little character fic has grown a plot. *gulp* Even worse, while growing the plot the fic neglected to grow in word count. Not even copious amounts of Hercules-watching can resurrect my brain tonight - it iz ded.

I need about 10 straight hours of sleep, and no work. Neither of which is going to happen any time soon.

Is it the weekend yet?

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ETA: Just made the word count! Admittedly, some of those words are a record of the growing plotiness, but I'm not picky. And I wrote something, which today is an achievement.

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[dandysora.livejournal.com]

It is that time of the week when the brain is extremely tired and resistant to coaxing of anything. I couldn't write anything until 1000 tonight. Maybe it's just a condition, 2200 = write o'clock.

Which I boo. Need more sleep. Less work.

[lyore.livejournal.com]

More sleep. Less work

Yesss. (That said, while tired brains are bad for actual writing, I now have a fully plotted story. Apart from the coda, in which I am struggling to find a way to send Sam and Dean back to their own universe. Think they'd mind just hanging out in the Star Wars galaxy instead?)

[dandysora.livejournal.com]

Once a man's touched his first lightsaber there's no going back from that!

I'd like to see Sam flex his brain against the awesome powah of the Force.