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[ladyjanelly]

Why am I 1200 words into writing a Rule 63 Sid/Geno fic where Geno was always-a-girl (but still 6'2" and 190 lbs of muscle) and Sidney is not-quite a hockey-sexual? How, exactly, did this happen? I'm totally blaming my husband, who always answers "So write it" whenever I mention a type of fic I'd like to read.  It has a little of the feel of Jaime/Brianne from GoT, if Jaime wasn't a dick.


This thing will need a major hockey-beta and Russia-beta, if I get to an ending. Sid and Geno haven't even met yet, at this point, but I'm guessing 6-10,000 words, (after I factor in the way fic seems to expand from my projected length, every single time). Just 1200 words of back-story and then a straight-up romance, with a pair who are so oblivious and inexperienced they can't see what's right under their noses. That can't be too long, right??

 

But writing again feels amazing. Like totally amazing. Even if I'm drowning in plot-bunnies to the point that I can barely start sketching out one idea before I'm distracted by the bright-shiny of the next one.