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jennickels) wrote2012-03-23 12:53 pm
jennickels) wrote2012-03-23 12:53 pm
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what is with me and word counts?
Why is it when I want to write something long (say for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
stargate_summer) I can't seem to get any words down or stall out after a few hundred? But when I need to write something short and quick...I end up with 4000 words?
My mind is a weird place.
Anyway, I started to write a short little fic last night. The prompt was "luck" (forstargateland) and it only needed to be 100 words. Figured I could bang it out in an hour and get it posted and out of the way. But then the story just kind of took off. It went from what was supposed to be a silly little gen fic to some hardcore Sam/Jack UST angst. And it's just under 4000 words. But I still have to edit it. I'll be posting it in a little bit because it's due tonight.
I just need Nora to LEAVE ME ALONE long enough to work on it. That girl NEVER stops talking, I swear.
Anyway, here's a preview:
stargate_summer) I can't seem to get any words down or stall out after a few hundred? But when I need to write something short and quick...I end up with 4000 words?My mind is a weird place.
Anyway, I started to write a short little fic last night. The prompt was "luck" (for
stargateland) and it only needed to be 100 words. Figured I could bang it out in an hour and get it posted and out of the way. But then the story just kind of took off. It went from what was supposed to be a silly little gen fic to some hardcore Sam/Jack UST angst. And it's just under 4000 words. But I still have to edit it. I'll be posting it in a little bit because it's due tonight.I just need Nora to LEAVE ME ALONE long enough to work on it. That girl NEVER stops talking, I swear.
Anyway, here's a preview:
Carter giggled—a sound Jack would never tire of hearing even if he'd never admit that to her. He was kind of surprised he'd just admitted it to himself. Maybe he had a little more mead than he'd thought. They settled back into silence but without any of the earlier awkwardness. Jack leaned his head against the cool stone wall and sighed. Content. That's what he was feeling he realized.