mjj (flemmings) wrote,
mjj
flemmings
  • Mood: accomplished

"Writers can't be choosers"

I suppose I should trust my own advice. When you get down to the wire inspiration comes. It came. This morning in the sunshine after jeez a week was it? of grey and rain. If it didn't give me quite the story I was looking for, well, them's the breaks.

100 Demons, still vaguely squick-fic, still for mikeneko if she wants it.
Keepsake

And some lovely anonymous person has given me extra time and extra pics. Thank you lovely anonymous person. May you have a good Christmas or Kwanzaa or three-days-after-Hanukkah or (insert holiday of choice.) And everyone else here as well.
Tags: 100demons, fic
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