the stupid thing is that I am writing faster than I ever have before

Fic update: 15,211 words and SO MUCH PLOT STILL TO WRITE. And I had planned to finish it today, so that I could post it tomorrow morning, before the new episode. UGH. I wonder if anyone would notice if I just filled in all the gaps with hilarious stick-figure diagrams of Arthur stabbing things with a sword.

Things to get done today, in between tearing my hair out and writing at the speed of light: Pack everything back into the suitcase now we've established that it all fits, go to the post office and send some parcels, visit one grandfather and call the other set of grandparents in order to be a properly appreciative granddaughter (they're all giving me some $$ for travel), and go to blackboggart's exhibition opening tonight.

Likelihood of finishing fic in time: Diminishing.

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"We have to return before the end of the day," Merlin said, not sounding very happy about it, "because otherwise our horses and weapons will be back at Camelot and we'll be stuck in Riverbend with no boots."

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Actually, 'stuck in Riverbend with no boots' is a PERFECT DESCRIPTION of how I feel right now (end, fic! goddammit why won't you end!). Kind of like 'up the creek without a paddle' only less exciting and more Sam Vimesy.

Fucking plot.

I'm only updating this much because I have chained myself to the computer and am banging my head against this fic -- metaphorically -- and hoping it will magically finish itself. Fear not! Soon I will be globetrotting and only updating every few days, probably with things like AM IN PRAGUE. AM VERY COLD. INTERNET CAFE SO EXPENSIVE. CANNOT SPEAK CZECH. etc.