BEARS! (or is that just Yuletide? whatever. BEARS!)

I have eleven hours fifteen minutes, in which I must also eat at least two meals (at least one of which I must cook first), do laundry, do cleaning, and probably mow the damn lawn, to write, edit, and post my kamikazeremix.

Current word count: zero.

Oops.

(I can write a thousand words in an hour easy if I'm in the groove. Trouble is I haven't even seen the groove since May. Maybe earlier.)

kamikazeremix

Five and a half hours and I STILL DO NOT KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN.

ETA: It's Pacific time, not Eastern. So eight hours. Not a hell of a lot of improvement.

EXIT PURSUED BY A BEAR

Checked my assignment email again, and yeah, goddamn fucking fic must indeed be betaed. So much for kamikazeremix.