you might not be surprised by this...

I have a whole kind of depressing monologue planned, but I actually want to talk to my mom about it first, so that's later. Now, though, I have happy news, writing-wise.

I had a bit of a panic attack when I was reading through Escaping Blame, because I got to the end of the document and I just knew that I'd written more. And indeed I had, but longhand. So (after finally finding the journal) I transcribed all of that (it turned out to be about 1.6k words), and now I think I'm ready to write more.

But, the amusing (and possibly disturbing) part: I'm a complete and utter SADIST when it comes to writing Dominic. YOU HAVE NO IDEA. You will, though, once I start posting this fic. LOL I read through it, and I typed it, and then I read through it again and was like, HOLY CRAP, I'M SO EVIL. So this fic? IS VERY DISTURBING. KEEP THAT IN MIND.

My favorite line from tonight:

"His limbs were still like lead weights, and his head felt full of cotton stuffing. Or marshmallows." (Dom, after waking up)

I love Escaping Blame!Dominic. And I'm having a lot of fun reacquainting myself with this story.