Chapter 45 compleated

By J.E.Meade -
I've now finished writing chapter 45 of my yet to be named yaoi fanfiction.

This last chapter was a long one. Six whole pages. And I mean whole. I started at the top of a page, and I ended at the end of the page. I think it's the longest I've been written in a while.

I have not slept yet and it's 8:19am, and I think that I'll be going out instead to do run for my sister. So she will be doing the dishes that have looked at me all night.

The last page and a half of the story is a very nice lemon. I don't know why they call it that, but it's what you call a sex scene, I was just going to make it a lime but I went all the way and made it turn yellow. I think I did a good job of it too.

I take that back... now that I really think about, only one of them got off by design, so I guess it could be called a lime still.

Now, even though I say that I'm finished. I still have to re-read the whole thing back over to make sure I catch the dumb mistakes that I made, and change the wording around of something or things that didn't sit well with me.

I'm hoping to have this finished up come the end of the month. A nice gift for the new year ha? :)

Well I think that I might wash some dishes before leaving the house. I want to finish watch the movie before getting dressed.

This is my first post that goes to all my blogs. :) Cool.

See ya next update.

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Anonymous said…
Tanti auguri, for the yuor story, a graud ciao from italy
Dec 25, 2008, 5:39:00 PM
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