Welcome to my perfumed garden

By eryaforsthye, a writer I've only recently discovered but who is rapidly becoming one of my favourites.

Breaking Things is dark, poetic; exquisitely beautiful. I've read it three times already this morning. I think its perfection has broken my brain.

I sat down this afternoon to work on a fic, which I did, and when it came time for my work-out, I found I'd written 6, 084 words. Since I'm usually one of those hideous writers for whom every bloody word is torn from my soul (o: - this is something of a record for me.

I still have to read it through and go through the usual massive editing/rewriting angst, but even so...

Dang!