Dreams of Falling

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?

A NaNoWriMo winner is me! And the story is even finished, which is...sadly a new thing. Last year's story, which also hit 50K and won, has sat unfinished all year. Whoops. This year's story is subject to heavy revision, but the first draft is complete.

Next up: Yuletide. And maybe finishing said last year's story, as the girlfriend has read what I wrote, and made puppy-dog eyes at me on the subject.

I caught the bus down from Boston to Connecticut, and am currently sitting on the loveseat in my mother's living room. Her cats are ignoring me so far. This may or may not change as I am determined to be an acceptable heat source, even if I do smell like another cat.

( On Christmas Eve and traditions. Contains religious content, for those as care. )

Right. Back to writing. I've promised myself to try to post a story a day from Christmas to New Year's, and I'm still at least two stories short.