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*keels over*
Dec. 22nd, 2009 02:16 amHoly fuck, that was tight *just posted her Yuletide story with 5 minutes to spare*
So, I went to stay with my sister this weekend, thinking, hey, we'll drive back on Monday, I'll have all of Monday evening to finish it off and post it. Tight, but not quite a crisis. Except it took us 9 and a quarter hours to drive from Huntingdon to Guildford (just under 100 miles). Why? Because the UK is allergic to snow.
We got to my parents just after 11, where my mum kindly announced that she was putting us all up for the night and I went, "But, but, but, Yuletide!" because the story was on my laptop in my flat the next town over and I don't drive.
Luckily, I had a print out of the whole thing that I'd been handwriting the final scenes on, so my dad, who is a hero, lent me his laptop and scanned the first fifteen pages for me. I've spent the last three hours editing out scanner burps and adding a really flabby final scene, but it was done on time. I did not default.
(Not that I'm happy with the story, but I'm never happy with things written to a deadline and sometimes you get to a point where you just have to stop. I'd have needed twenty years to tell that story well enough to satisfy myself).
And, hey, no more imminent deadlines. I can watch Merlin tomorrow ^_^
So, I went to stay with my sister this weekend, thinking, hey, we'll drive back on Monday, I'll have all of Monday evening to finish it off and post it. Tight, but not quite a crisis. Except it took us 9 and a quarter hours to drive from Huntingdon to Guildford (just under 100 miles). Why? Because the UK is allergic to snow.
We got to my parents just after 11, where my mum kindly announced that she was putting us all up for the night and I went, "But, but, but, Yuletide!" because the story was on my laptop in my flat the next town over and I don't drive.
Luckily, I had a print out of the whole thing that I'd been handwriting the final scenes on, so my dad, who is a hero, lent me his laptop and scanned the first fifteen pages for me. I've spent the last three hours editing out scanner burps and adding a really flabby final scene, but it was done on time. I did not default.
(Not that I'm happy with the story, but I'm never happy with things written to a deadline and sometimes you get to a point where you just have to stop. I'd have needed twenty years to tell that story well enough to satisfy myself).
And, hey, no more imminent deadlines. I can watch Merlin tomorrow ^_^