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A week or so ago I asked for an extension for my exchange fic, which was badly needed because I was about to explode from stress, was granted said extension and promptly took a long, drawn out bath with bubbles and a cheap romance novel.
I'd asked for a certain amount of time as sort of a "This is the latest it will be, I swear" because I would feel extremely guilty if it was any later and would probably never ever sign up for an exchange again which would suck because the only writing I seem to do these days comes from getting a prompt in the exchange... and the story I'm working on with Devs, lest I forget.
Anywho, while I mentioned Date A as the absolute latest it would be without the risk of ending up committing guiltcide or something, I said I hoped to have it finished by the 24th, which is when Captain told me he'd be home.
All week, I'm meerily chugging along, working on my story and taking breaks to do all those little things I had to do before he came home (like wrap his Christmas presents and hang some pictures), thinking I have until the 24th. Last night I settled down to wrap up the last of the second to last chapter/part/whatsit for the story that needed to be finished and he calls.
"I'll be home on the 21st."
"My 21st or your 21st?"
"Yours."
"FRIDAY?! You're coming home on Friday?! You said the 24th? Or Saturday, you said maybe Saturday!"
*silence* *crickets chirp* "Did you not want me to come home?"
"Oh, no, I do, it's just... Friday?"
For those of you playing the home game, that's tomorrow. I'm supposed to be making cookies all afternoon today - I have a cookie making appointment and everything. And my house is a mess and I've still got One Chapter and a Tiny kicker scene left to write on my fic and ohmygod Friday.
On the plus side, I'm nearly done with the fic and I totally think I would have had it ready by my personal deadline of the 24th if it wasn't for this unexpected spaz. Depending, I may still make it, but I suspect my chances just got much worse. However, the guiltcide deadline is still completely doable if for no other reason that I will be in a car for many hours over the next two weeks and I can usually knock out a couple thousand words of fic on those sorts of trips, easy.
I'd asked for a certain amount of time as sort of a "This is the latest it will be, I swear" because I would feel extremely guilty if it was any later and would probably never ever sign up for an exchange again which would suck because the only writing I seem to do these days comes from getting a prompt in the exchange... and the story I'm working on with Devs, lest I forget.
Anywho, while I mentioned Date A as the absolute latest it would be without the risk of ending up committing guiltcide or something, I said I hoped to have it finished by the 24th, which is when Captain told me he'd be home.
All week, I'm meerily chugging along, working on my story and taking breaks to do all those little things I had to do before he came home (like wrap his Christmas presents and hang some pictures), thinking I have until the 24th. Last night I settled down to wrap up the last of the second to last chapter/part/whatsit for the story that needed to be finished and he calls.
"I'll be home on the 21st."
"My 21st or your 21st?"
"Yours."
"FRIDAY?! You're coming home on Friday?! You said the 24th? Or Saturday, you said maybe Saturday!"
*silence* *crickets chirp* "Did you not want me to come home?"
"Oh, no, I do, it's just... Friday?"
For those of you playing the home game, that's tomorrow. I'm supposed to be making cookies all afternoon today - I have a cookie making appointment and everything. And my house is a mess and I've still got One Chapter and a Tiny kicker scene left to write on my fic and ohmygod Friday.
On the plus side, I'm nearly done with the fic and I totally think I would have had it ready by my personal deadline of the 24th if it wasn't for this unexpected spaz. Depending, I may still make it, but I suspect my chances just got much worse. However, the guiltcide deadline is still completely doable if for no other reason that I will be in a car for many hours over the next two weeks and I can usually knock out a couple thousand words of fic on those sorts of trips, easy.
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