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I write everything out longhand in notebooks before I type it. I have a huge, heavy box of notebooks in my closet which I dig through from time to time. I’m about to consign the two-notebooks ago book into the box, so I’m putting some stuff up here for posterity. The last notebook is…somewhere in my room. There are two mostly finished fics in it. I should probably find that. This notebook has two partial Tim-Meets-the-Arrows fics in it which won’t be posted here, because I’m going to try to do something with them. The bits posted here aren’t going anywhere, because they are crack. Or porn. Or sometimes both.

See, I have this problem with plot. I’m constantly making up premises in my head (which all start “The one where…” when I write them down). Lots of them don’t even make it to the notebook. For example, I am currently tossing around the one where someone at Kon’s school gets gay-bashed, and he joins the newly formed LGBT club to protect them/solve the crime, and gets hit on, and invents an out of town boyfriend who is sort of Tim. So when they all go to prom together as a form of protest, he begs Tim to pretend to be his date. (This one hasn’t hit paper yet. But it is developing a plot and may someday actually become a story, unlike these:)

( Time Travel! )

And!

( Identity porn! )


And!


( Time Travel! With identity porn! )