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whitereflectionThanks for everyone putting up with all of these. I know neither my fiction or poetry is particularly good, but I really appreciate the comments folks made this month.
Still dealing with the sick/medicated thing (also fantastic headache today). But it's words, right? Made and exceeded my daily wc goal every day, and wrote something of some sort every day of the month, despite all the crap that would normally make me not even try. It's no Nano, but that's really huge accomplishment, for me at least.
Day 30 11/30/10 12:39-1:29
Sam pov, Sam & Dean gen
The Only Road I've Ever Known
Sam had bought the one last book Chuck had published--despite the melodramatic-yet-truly-serious threats from him and Dean if he did--one day when his brother wasn't watching.
In it, Chuck had written "Endings are hard", and that made Sam think. He realized he didn't agree with the author-prophet-whatever-he-was--because, honestly, Sam was finding he really didn't believe in endings anyway.
He and Dean, well, they'd had what had seemed at the time were a lot of endings, but really turned out to be a lot of to-be-continueds. Every time it seemed like that was it, everything was over, for him, for Dean, for the both of them, things just kept going. They died, they lived again; they went to hell, they came back; the world nearly ended, they saved it; one's soul was taken, together they found it; they broke apart and split up, they came back to each other and got back together.
So Sam wanted to write to Chuck and say that endings weren't hard, because there really weren't such things. Dean, even Sam himself, the two of them together--they just always *were*. For every then, there was always a now. And Sam knew, somehow, that there was always a next time, too.
Dean slid into the car, tossing Sam a Snicker's bar and a bag of chips, tucking his own junk food stash on the seat between them. "Good to go?" he asked.
"Yep." A simple answer, but it was the simple truth.
Whitesnake blared from the speakers as Dean started the Impala and steered her back out onto the highway, David Coverdale crooning out Here I go again, Here I go again, Here I go, and Sam pondered another phrase he'd seen in that last book. That sentence--which Sam had underlined--had read, "But then again, nothing ever really ends, does it?"
Maybe, Sam thought, Chuck got it, after all.
(317)
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Still dealing with the sick/medicated thing (also fantastic headache today). But it's words, right? Made and exceeded my daily wc goal every day, and wrote something of some sort every day of the month, despite all the crap that would normally make me not even try. It's no Nano, but that's really huge accomplishment, for me at least.
Day 30 11/30/10 12:39-1:29
Sam pov, Sam & Dean gen
The Only Road I've Ever Known
Sam had bought the one last book Chuck had published--despite the melodramatic-yet-truly-serious threats from him and Dean if he did--one day when his brother wasn't watching.
In it, Chuck had written "Endings are hard", and that made Sam think. He realized he didn't agree with the author-prophet-whatever-he-was--because, honestly, Sam was finding he really didn't believe in endings anyway.
He and Dean, well, they'd had what had seemed at the time were a lot of endings, but really turned out to be a lot of to-be-continueds. Every time it seemed like that was it, everything was over, for him, for Dean, for the both of them, things just kept going. They died, they lived again; they went to hell, they came back; the world nearly ended, they saved it; one's soul was taken, together they found it; they broke apart and split up, they came back to each other and got back together.
So Sam wanted to write to Chuck and say that endings weren't hard, because there really weren't such things. Dean, even Sam himself, the two of them together--they just always *were*. For every then, there was always a now. And Sam knew, somehow, that there was always a next time, too.
Dean slid into the car, tossing Sam a Snicker's bar and a bag of chips, tucking his own junk food stash on the seat between them. "Good to go?" he asked.
"Yep." A simple answer, but it was the simple truth.
Whitesnake blared from the speakers as Dean started the Impala and steered her back out onto the highway, David Coverdale crooning out Here I go again, Here I go again, Here I go, and Sam pondered another phrase he'd seen in that last book. That sentence--which Sam had underlined--had read, "But then again, nothing ever really ends, does it?"
Maybe, Sam thought, Chuck got it, after all.
(317)
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Date: 2010-11-30 08:15 pm (UTC)And get well soon!
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Date: 2010-11-30 09:03 pm (UTC)Lovely fic. And congratulations, because you did it!!! :D
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Date: 2010-11-30 09:18 pm (UTC)I'm honestly more impressed that you turned out an individual scene or story with a beginning, middle and end (or maybe not, ha ha) every single day, than me plowing away for thousands of incoherent words. Well done!
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Date: 2010-12-01 12:09 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-12-01 12:54 am (UTC)I can't believe your still sick! That is a seriously long time to be getting your butt kicked by a cold/flu/virus thingy. Hope you feel better soon.