Buffyverse Fanfic by Herself

Yay! I actually finished the story already.

It's 57434 according to my word processor. Whoot!

Yes!!! I'm done. I have 50k. It's not official, as the verifier isn't online until the 25th. But my wordprocessor says I'm done.

The story, however, is going to take another who knows how much to finish. all I have left to do is the wrap up.

But, YAY!! and WOOT!!

50000 / 50000 words. 100% done!

I dropped my PSP. I had it on the side table, charging up, and I caught my sketch book on the cord and pulled it off the table. It hit the floor rather hard. I picked it up and turned it on. It's ok.

But I lost all the progress I'd made on Disscordia. 40+ hours of game play, three characters at level 17 or above and I had all the dark characters open and Sephiroth was at level 12. I had the museum open. I'm so pissed. And I have no one to blame but myself. I should have put it on the floor between my chair and the table like I usually do.

*POUT*

42707 / 50000 words. 85% done!

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Can I just say ... Whoot!!!

36032 / 50000 words. 72% done!


Bad day today. Not much done. Oh, well, I'm still way ahead of the game

My ATV broke down a bit, the injectors need adjusting. And that sucks.

now for the RANT!!!

Look dummy, if the black top only extends ten feet from the roadway, don't go down that road. It's been raining!! You know, that water that falls from the sky? Especially if you drive a two-wheel drive luxury sedan. Where's your brain?

So, here comes this dripping wet, muddy man, walking into the shop looking for a tow. Himself is busy putting the water pump back on his bulldozer so he just points to the tractor and says, "Go drag his stupid damn ass out of what ever swamp he fell into." I head for the Voltra but dumb ass said, "I don't want a woman messing with my car." I just shrugged and sat back down. I told him, "Ok, then stay stuck. We're busy."

He finally says he really needs pulled out so would I do it. So, I fire up the tractor and head out to pull this idiot out of a ditch. Only he's not in a ditch. He'd driven down a dirt road and right into a veritable sink hole. Roads around here come in, Interstate, state, county, dirt and cow path. This was a cow path. He'd seen the black top that the county lays down on their right of way and assumed that it was safe. He just drove right into a soft spot and sank up to the axle.

So I flopped down on my back, in the mud, hooked him up and towed him out. Now, I'm wet, muddy, cold and pissed. does he thank me? Offer to pay? No, he says, "I'll send you some money as soon as your husband sends me a bill." Then drives off. ???? Rude? yes Stupid? You betcha.

Found out that he's our new neighbor through the back way. Wonderful.

31944 / 50000 words. 64% done!


YAY!!!

If I should have read something, I'm sorry. I have tabs open like OMG!

I think I have all the envelopes from last year, but if you want a card from me, let me know.

This years card is hand drawn watercolor and a stamped missive.

I was going to post this Monday but got sidetracked lek woa. So here it is. Title: Runaway Wizard

Chapter: /?

Word count:

Rating: Mature

Disclaimer: Except for the few original characters, all characters in this story are the property of J. K. Rowlings, who has kindly allowed me to play with them.

Warnings: Probably a little of everything. Fighting, Living on the streets with everything that entails, Spanking, Bondage, Blood, Gore, Bad Language, and Pissy Snape.

Parings: H/D eventually

Beta: 50ftqueenie Brit picker: purpledodah

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23356 / 50000 words. 47% done!


Whoot!!! And, good night.