I keep thinking I'll rein myself in and get what I originally started out writing out there as I originally intended it, but sometimes the damn story just takes over! In this case, it's Judging Books. Lord knows how this "one-shot" (ha ha) has gotten so far out of hand, but it sure as hell has. I may have to break part two up into two parts, which means this "three part" story will have at least four parts. I have no self control, that's all there is to it.
I know what I really need to do - just stop SAYING how long something should be, because I obviously can't manage to do what I originally say I'm going to do. I swear, various Edwards get into my head and just fucking MOVE IN. They put their feet up on my coffee table, eat my cookies and just sit back and say "Look here Savy, this is how the shit's gonna work." What do I do? I smile, nod and keep on writing. Total fucking pushover, that's what I am.
Damn those Edwards.
I know what I really need to do - just stop SAYING how long something should be, because I obviously can't manage to do what I originally say I'm going to do. I swear, various Edwards get into my head and just fucking MOVE IN. They put their feet up on my coffee table, eat my cookies and just sit back and say "Look here Savy, this is how the shit's gonna work." What do I do? I smile, nod and keep on writing. Total fucking pushover, that's what I am.
Damn those Edwards.