On True Love (in writing).

I finished the first draft of Along the Midnight Edge (this would be the Casmund fic, as I'm pretty sure I haven't divulged the title yet). It clocks in at over 63k. I should probably stop thinking about it (am indeed taking at least a week-long break, before diving into editing, to find some orphaned ks), as every time I try I find new and exciting bits I wish to include.

It has occurred to me, in the course of writing, that the whole Disney shtick in which Love Conquers All and All You Need Is Love is a grand misconception, aimed to, I dunno, make Twilight profitable? True love is, more often than not, violent, destructive and completely uncontrollable. A freaking mountain river, post spring thaw, since I'm so fond of wacky metaphors. You really don't want that kind of raw potential accumulating anywhere.

( Read more, it gets crazier, though it might be 'cause it's late )

If you get the chance, see The King's Speech. It is awesome.

Ficlets!

Ficlets written for the before-during-after meme. Stupid LJ, won't email me comments. >:(

( [where the story ends -- after] )

( [dead patient special -- after] )

( [three-five-seven -- after] )

( [simple things -- before] )

( [simple things -- after] )

( [a devil in despair -- after] )