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I hate writer's block. It sucks more arse than Billy at a bathhouse. Maybe Billy doesn't suck arse at bathouses, but I liked the alliteration. Sort of.

I have three- count 'em three!- fics in the works at present.

1.) goodtwin's Elilly Billijah. (started)
2.) The October Limey!Challenge Hallowe'en fic. (started)
3.) A collaboration fic with a certain someone who will remain nameless at this point because, well, it's just better that way. Cos things happened with that one that shouldn't have. And I still feel like Shite on a Stick over it.

Aaaaaaanyho. So yeah. I think maybe if I keep reminding myself (and all of you lot) that the fics need writing, they will get written.

AND! I need to write more of Every (Fan)Girl's Dream, because I have been getting emails requesting me to continue.

Bye!

Oh, and something else.

Last night, eviltwin737, Plaid, vestalvagrant, and I put 144 comment's on vestalvagrant's real journal.

Most of it was just me talking to myself. You really ought to go read it.

Well.

My hair isn't blue-black any more. Nup. It's sort of reddish-black with veryveryreddotcom roots. I have a freakshow on my head.

And people from Edinburgh (Edinburghians? I never know this shit.) are pervy. Just kidding.

Ficcish Thing.

Title: -Untitled-
Author: limeysugar.
Feedback: If you want.
Pairing: Billijah!!! Elilly!!! Wotever you want to call it!!!
Rating: R, or almost NC-17.
Disclaimer: Untrue. Damn.
Notes: For goodtwin. Sorry it took so sodding long!

( Here we go. )