MIA for a massive writing push for the next few days...

[hiddencait]

OK guys, here's the deal. I am stuck at 21,135 on my het_bigbang, and frankly I HAVE TO GET THE DAMN THING FINISHED!!! I only have one last chapter in Hick's POV to do, but it's been fighting me, and by God it's time for me to win the battle.

So yeah, I WILL have a completed rough draft by this weekend. Cuz my beta needs time to get through the whole thing, and I want time for final edits after that, and the whole thing has to be turned in by the 24th.

Just a heads up for yall though, I'm going silent until the draft is done. I'll probably answer comments, but I'm flat out deleting any journals that come in my email update. I'll have a lot of LJ to catch up with later but oh well.

Interestingly, my internet at home has chosen to go down right now too. This is probably a good thing, huh?

Comments

[triaden.livejournal.com]

Aslo, I'm willing to offer up Karl, naked, as a sacrificial lamb that doesn't get killed when for the gods to grant you when you're finished.

Or maybe morrigans_eve has the better idea, drabble bribes.... your choice on prompt and pairing!

[hiddencait.livejournal.com]

Hmmm Ripley/Hicks and "flicker"

Flicker

[triaden.livejournal.com]

The fan turned slowly and steadily interrupting the streaming light. The weight of his arm draped over her stomach, heavy and strong, was comforting in the middle of the dark night. It was late, but Ripley was still lying awake. She slept now, most of the time, peacefully and softly in Hicks’ arms but still the fear the night terrors kept her from rest.


It hurt her to still be afraid of one of the most vital things needed in life. Sleep was necessary, healing, restful, frightening, violent, painful… her thoughts trailed off as she twisted beneath his arm yanking on the sheets and moving more than enough to rouse her partner from sleep. She didn’t notice until he the hand tightened on her hip and rolled her, pulling her snug against his chest.


“Sleep Ellen,” he murmured into the skin of her shoulder. “I’ll hold you so you can sleep.” And finally, she did.

Re: Flicker

[hiddencait.livejournal.com]

Awwww... *snuggles them both* What is with me and PTSD inspired cuddles really jsut making me freaking squee. It's such a nasty reality, but gah I love reading it. You freaking rock my chica. Freaking freaking awesome. *huggles you*

Re: Flicker

[triaden.livejournal.com]

I'm thrilled you loved it! *hugs*