One Fluff Down.

See I almost feel like that's a pun but not quite.

It's weird to have drafts of things. Finished drafts I mean. (Not complete, just finished--I have one that's just dialogue all the way down.) I've been sitting on this draft of a story I wrote in a flash with like three sentences that needed to be fixed and this morning I finished it. And I posted it. And it's done.

This feels weird.

I mean, it's not like I've finished something I was working on for exceptionally long. I think I'd be all manner of worked up if I'd finished, say, the fic that is to blame for me being on this site. But I just sort of feel odd.

It's also fluff, which I swear to you is not something I have a lot of experience with. I mean, I'm not sure I could be. There really isn't quite an analogue for original fiction. You can't really just establish characters, be cute, and then grab your hat and scoot before they notice you didn't have a plot. But one of the best things about Fanfiction is that you can play in a setting like a sand box--you don't have to build all your toys when you start and there's always room to squeeze in more moments.

This blog entry was totally scattered and nonsensical. But that's really how I feel right now. I'm standing on the edge of a cliff, looking backward down a short fluffy hill and I'm about to cross my arms and tilt over backward and DEAR GOD WOMAN IT'S JUST FLUFF. I am not at all invested in this story. It could be bad. It probably isn't good. It's just my first thing put out into the world in such a long time I don't know how to deal.

So it's time to take a breath.

Here we go.