Hey, wonderful flisters! I have a fic that needs a beta
, anyone want to volunteer? It's a Silmarillion one (of course), that one I mentioned a while ago about Tar-Miriel sticking it to the Faithful and the King's Men
, about 2500 words. I went a bit Margaret Atwood on it so it's disjointed and there are references to a lot of Silm things that I didn't actually explicitly mention in the fic itself.
If you are intrigued then comment and I'll send it to you, I can reward you in crackfics?
I realise this is coming in pretty late for a ficathon that ends in early September. I only wrote this
one tonight after it became apparent that the one I meant to post will not be ready for this year's femgenficathon, if ever.
Here is the sorry tale of The Fic That Will Not End.
So this time two weeks ago I was bemoaning to a friend that while I had 3000 words of notes
for my fic, I had written a grand total of one hundred and twenty nine words of actual fic. Given that the minimum word count is 1000 words, I was worried. Especially as the ficathon opened for submissions two days hence.
Right, I said that friday night, I'm going to write the first part tonight if it kills me.
I wrote it and woke up alive the next morning, if a little groggy from lack of sleep.
Then I wrote more the night after, and after.
And then it started growing. I made bullet points for every little part I thought needed to be written, except they weren't little parts any more. They were reaching a thousand words each
I watched the word count climb to OVER NINE THOUSAND.
Well, I said, that's impressive, but there's no way I can break the ten-thousand word barrier with this fic.
Reader, I broke it that night.
I've never written a fic that's ten thousand words before. I'm surprised at how easy it is when you have an actual plot.
Eleven thousand. Twelve thousand. Thirteen thousand. I kept writing, and started to think of the word count as an enemy, not a target.
Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. This is ridiculous, I thought. How can I write this many words about Miriel talking about herself?
And then - on the next friday night, a week after I started writing in earnest, a week of late nights and predictable grogginess the next morning, I passed the twenty thousand word count.
I've learned that while it's possible
to write enough for a Big Bang fic in a week, it's really not pretty.
After that I wrote for two more days, and then I actually had to be mentally present in the mornings so I haven't added to it since monday. And frankly, I'm afraid to. That fic is sitting in my laptop in all its dark glory, now grown to more than twenty-five thousand words
and it is Still. Not. Finished.
I'm worried that the next time I turn my laptop on, the word count will have increased. At this point I think it has enough sentience to write itself
. God help me if it actually manages to finish itself, because then you'll read about me in the papers as "Young Woman Found Dead In Home Choked With Living Words That Have Also Taken Over The House And Local Neighbourhood, Police Investigating Armed With Delete Buttons".
Let's be clear: these are not particularly good
words. The entire thing is going to need a major overhaul before it sees the internet, and I have my doubts as to the number of readers it will attract. But still. Twenty-five thousand words. Welp.
So in light of that 2500 words sounds peachy! That's a whole order of magnitude below this monster! I realise I'm not doing a perfect job of selling it, but if anyone's game to look over this short
fic (and it will
stay short, even if I have to end midsentence with ROCKS FALL EVERYBODY DIES to keep it under 3000) I'll save you a space and a red pen in my fic-proof shelter I'm going to go and build as soon as I finish this post.