You say we're not responsible, but we are...

[allfireburns]

My roommates and I have apparently forsaken normal sleeping schedules. I am all for this, as normal sleeping schedules cause problems for me anyway.

Also, Evie is using compliments like weapons. It's adorable.

Evie: You're just so cute!
Val: ... *Plaintive* Take that back.

...Right, I'm gonna go back to writing, as I am determined to finish this chapter tonight. This morning. Today. Whatever the hell it is now.

It's actually going well, once I got over the "looking at the notebook and getting discouraged" phase! This is a little disturbing, considering my viewpoint character is Rose and I don't write her easily. What the hell, self? Nooot that I'm complaining.

I'm so giddy about the end of this fic being in sight. (Also, apparently plotting things clearly ahead of time means I'll actually finish them sooner or later. Who knew? "The Stories We Say" was obviously the exception on that front, but that was a special, special story.) I'm currently eying my friends list speculatively, trying to decide who I'm forcing to who gets to read this chapter before I actually post it.