Cry the Beloved Slash Fic

Chapter 5 is 5,688 words and not done at ALL. Not even 'send it to your roughest, readiest BETA' done. It has severe MPD-- and not just in the 'well, he IS crazy' way-- in the 'I'm a sex chapter! No, no, I'm an issues chapter, this are srs fanfic. But wait! I'm a chapter about his crazy!' way. The part that holds together best? The surreal section on bartering watching the cricket match for sex. I kid you not. I had to read about cricket. My god, what am I doing with my life?

I've wrestled the more crazy Master-Voice into a Chapter Five Part II and united I and II with a solid arc that links through to the sad 8 and 9 stuff and the whiz-bang 10 conclusion, thus committing myself to the kind of Plot I feared would come crawling into the fic.

This is soooo looooong. And I've never written a sex scene this, er, sex'd. And it's loooooooooong. I've been looking at it so long I don't even know if it's sexy anymore. I feel like assaulting random people on the street with snippets and, reading to them at lightening speed in a monotone before they can get away, screaming "Is this sexy?!?!" at the end. And then they'll say "Sorry, I don't like gay sci-fi porn, you strange, strange girl." And the experiment will thus have been moot.

But at the end of the day there's a blueberry muffin joke and the Master steals his cable. And isn't that what the holidays are all about? (Fuck you, Linus.)

Cry the Beloved Slash Fic

Chapter 5 is 5,688 words and not done at ALL. Not even 'send it to your roughest, readiest BETA' done. It has severe MPD-- and not just in the 'well, he IS crazy' way-- in the 'I'm a sex chapter! No, no, I'm an issues chapter, this are srs fanfic. But wait! I'm a chapter about his crazy!' way. The part that holds together best? The surreal section on bartering watching the cricket match for sex. I kid you not. I had to read about cricket. My god, what am I doing with my life?

I've wrestled the more crazy Master-Voice into a Chapter Five Part II and united I and II with a solid arc that links through to the sad 8 and 9 stuff and the whiz-bang 10 conclusion, thus committing myself to the kind of Plot I feared would come crawling into the fic.

This is soooo looooong. And I've never written a sex scene this, er, sex'd. And it's loooooooooong. I've been looking at it so long I don't even know if it's sexy anymore. I feel like assaulting random people on the street with snippets and, reading to them at lightening speed in a monotone before they can get away, screaming "Is this sexy?!?!" at the end. And then they'll say "Sorry, I don't like gay sci-fi porn, you strange, strange girl." And the experiment will thus have been moot.

But at the end of the day there's a blueberry muffin joke and the Master steals his cable. And isn't that what the holidays are all about? (Fuck you, Linus.)