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So for my wedding present to Tanya, she requested that I revise my Nano story from 2010 (the lesbian ghost story) into something approximating publishable.
(Best estimate: somewhere between a third and half the way done. Eeek.)
Last night, we were talking about the story, and whether it will or will not include 'the good bits.' (Answer: one of the characters is an extremely repressed Victorian-era ghost, what do you think?) Okay, then, said she: so you'll have to write a sequel.
Said I, unnwisely: What sequel?
So now I have bunnies for not just one, but two possible sequels. And someone who's willing to poke me until I actually write them. On the one hand, yay, because I am a notoriously slow writer without someone poking at me. On the other hand, WTF, where did all this original fic come from?
(Best estimate: somewhere between a third and half the way done. Eeek.)
Last night, we were talking about the story, and whether it will or will not include 'the good bits.' (Answer: one of the characters is an extremely repressed Victorian-era ghost, what do you think?) Okay, then, said she: so you'll have to write a sequel.
Said I, unnwisely: What sequel?
So now I have bunnies for not just one, but two possible sequels. And someone who's willing to poke me until I actually write them. On the one hand, yay, because I am a notoriously slow writer without someone poking at me. On the other hand, WTF, where did all this original fic come from?
