How'd it get to be after midnight

[cmk418]

All I was doing was posting a wee bit of fic after I got home from squaredancing. Damn, that challenge is fun. I have some other ideas too, but I think I'm just going to post them here on my page. I have an idea (gasp) for a B/K thing, I think, but mostly it's just B & K bitching about the fact that I don't write for B & K (at least not together). This came together really quick though so I'm glad of that. The other one is like pulling teeth. I'm just going to have to sit down for a good while and start typing it out. I went off on a tangent - like the tangent, it's important to the story, but I have to get back to the story. As much as I'd like it to be a 50 page non-stop dialogue-driven piece, I know that people are sort of expecting shorter, and I'm challenging myself to write some decent prose. I have prose fear. Truly. I worry that my vocabulary is going to fail, that I'll underdescribe, that I won't have enough actions, that my metaphors will be transparent, and my subtext will just be text. I'm not sure if that feeling ever goes away, but I feel like if I just get this one behind me, this 1000+ word piece, then I'll be good to go for the next one. Or maybe the continuation of this one.