It's cold in this room. I don't like feeling sick in cold rooms. No wonder I haven't been able to go online at night recently, it's only late afternoon and I'm already BLOODY FREEZING.

Well, it took until sometime this morning - the sun was up and I really didn't want to know beyond that -but I finally managed to get the, well, the icky part of my random and twisted SchuKen fic (that would be the non-con bit, then) over and done with.

Now I'm paying for it. Once I'm done here I'm going to go eat some food and have a nap.

So that's my Sunday shot to all hell. All in the name of fanfiction. Still, you know the way it goes, don't you (if you write fic, that is)? When you're caught in the middle of something, you've just got to sit tight and see it out regardless. For me, it's actually easier to break in the middle when something's coming out really well than it is when I'm struggling with something but have an uneasy sort of semi-flow with it. Basically, if I hadn't finished that scene last night it would have been an absolute pig to try and get it started again. Sleep deprivation, you are my friend.

(It doesn't help that I couldn't actually get to sleep for a while after going to bed. I think I had Overactve Brain Syndrome or something, pretty much what you'd expect from an idiot who fell into bed about five minutes after writing angst fic.)

Ugh. Must not... fall asleep... at keyboard.

So. Goddamned. Tired.

All the same I get the feeling this fic's redefining the word 'one-shot'. It's weird. I couldn't make it work as a chapter fic if I tried all night, but I've got to do something to break it up when, at current reckoning, the finished story will probably end up clocking in somewhere around the 20-page mark. Yes, I could just end the thing within the next couple of pages but hey, that would be lame. And a waste of good angst. I don't approve of wasting good angst. Not when it's taken me thirteen goddamn pages (I think, if my overtaxed and weary brain is letting me remember this right) to get that damned angst in the first place.

Besides which, I've never liked rape fic that doesn't bother with the consequences. Case in point: 'Seuche'. A dozen chapters and around 100 pages after the fact and I'm still flinging bucketloads of angst about the place. I can't be doing that with this one, I'm not interested in redefining the one-shot to that extent, but I do need to do something about the fallout rather than simply ignore it.

Good god, I've got an entire update out of complaining about my fanfic. Sometimes I worry myself.

Oh: I'm currently loving Rapunzel's Blood Summons. It's a Ran x Ken AU but instead of that combination sending me running screaming in the general direction of Away, I'm actually really into this story.

Seriously, I don't particularly like RanKen and think most of the fantasy-medieval Weiss AUs out there are iffy, but that hasn't stopped this fic from well and truly catching my fancy, overused slash pairings aside. It's got a solid and intriguing plot (I admit it, she had me from the title) good - and, almost surprisingly for a complete AU, totally recognizable - characterizations, wonderful descriptions. Oh, and her Ken is absolutely adorable. See? I do know what it's like to wait on an author.

'Kremlin Dusk' rocks my tiny world.