Brat Farrar (bratfarrar) wrote,
Brat Farrar
bratfarrar

Nobody look at this, please

I have a story due on the 20th for a fandom I've never written in (and haven't even read/watched the source material); I have it entirely plotted out, but haven't yet managed to write down more than bits and pieces because, y'know, I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M WRITING ABOUT.

Not that I (exactly) regret agreeing to sign up for the fic exchange, but it would be a lot easier if I could just call it "original fiction" and have done with it.


Anyway, I shall be attempting to pin the thing down in words in the comments, because that's succeeded before as a last-ditch pyschological work-around. And this post is public because if it's locked that entirely ruins the effect on me. But I think the fic-exchange is supposed to be anonymous (I'm not sure?), so if you do read along as I'm posting it, pretend you didn't until after the 20th.

Thanks!
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