Welcome to my perfumed garden

I've been writing all day - since ten this morning as a matter of fact and it's now just gone six pm and have achieved precisely 4, 143 words of massive Blair angst.

Told you I was slow. (o:

And those words are going to need some work, too. Ah well, Jim's up next; he has his own pain to work through. Then I expect they'll both be wanting some mutual 'comfort' of the betagoddess kind. *g*

So, the fic that still has no name currently stands at 47,830 words and nowhere near finished.

But hey ho, for tis time to leave ficcish things behind, cook some pasta and choose a DVD since there's bugger all on t'telly.