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I think I finished the White Collar fic that ate my brain! I sent it off to one of my betas who's helped me beat on it, and if certain other people who've been alphaing want to see it, they know where to find me, and then I'm going to get dragonfly to have a look, she's not read it at all and doesn't know of my struggles with it, so her perspective should help, and then I might post it! Maybe even this weekend!

Word count's somewhere around 9400 words. At this point I amazed I got out under 10K. Seriously.

Now I'm going to get three hours sleep before I take the car in for service!

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Can't. Stop. Poking. Fic.

I want to post it now! I want to hear back from a beta now! Oh my god. It's been like, six hours. I am not capable of patience when there's comment-whoring to be done. This is why I don't usually get stuff beta'd! I jones for comments and I'm like IT'S GOOD ENOUGH, WHO NEEDS BETAS ANYWAY, until, you know, the next time, when I grab like five betas to give me feedback while I'm writing to soothe the addiction.

But I think this story actually needed beta, there were parts we had to beat with a heavy rubber mallet, and I want the reassurance that I've sanded the rough edges off, because if I'm going to unexpectedly write nine thousand word stories, I feel like there's some standard to be met. I don't know what it is, other than grammar that doesn't make people spork their eyes out, but yes, I have ill-defined writing work ethic and a desire for quality control.

*twitches* MAYBE I WILL TAKE A NAP AND AFTER THAT SOMEONE WILL BE ONLINE WHO I CAN SHOW THIS STORY TO.

ETA: aris_tgd linked me to this sinfest which encapsulates my antsiness rather well.

White collar fic: You Ruined Everything (In the Nicest Way)

You Ruined Everything (In the Nicest Way) by jmtorres.

Gen. PG. Approximately 9500 words.

Summary: A story of missed connections, in which Peter doesn't know what to say, Neal doesn't seem to want to hear it, and Elizabethan translation proves vital.

Notes: I owe thanks to the following betas: aris_tgd, damned_colonial, dragonfly, echan, and grey_bard.

This story is a few degrees off from how I usually view these characters; I meant it to be a thousand-word thought experiment and now I count myself lucky I got out at under ten thousand words. Er, yay?

The title is borrowed, respectfully, from Jonathan Coulton.

(alternate viewing option: AO3)


( Peter spends a year searching before he even gets an image of the so-called Nick Halden )