New York Minute 15

At this point in time I have surpassed Snafu both chapter-wise and word-wise. Snafu rounded out at 19,059 words, 14 chapters and an epilogue, and 38 single-spaced pages. New York Minute, at the moment, is 21,717 words, 15 chapters, and 43 single-spaced pages, and it doesn't look like it's going to end anytime soon.

( Flack managed just fine in crutches. )

CSI: NY fic

So in lieu of, like, working on New York Minute or any of my originals, I wrote CSI: NY fic during school today. I suppose paying attention would also qualify as one of those things I didn't do, which I should probably not do next year because I have Really Hard Classes (like Physics. And Algebra-Trig Honors. And Military History). But that will be then, and this is now.

Anyway, first, a continuation, of sorts of 14-year-old Danny runs away to Tanglewood and Val goes after him. This was written before school, so not technically during school, but...

( Danny doesn't think he'd even bother knocking if Ned Messer's squad car wasn't parked out front. )

And then during German I wrote what will probably be the first scene of the first chapter of Bloody Sunday (the last story in the as-yet-unbegun Mac trilogy). What? Ambitious much? Moi?

( That may not be such a good idea, Mac. )

Oh, and this I wrote during Biology. It's okay, people were giving presentations. Danny's brother, the other Detective Messer, makes an appearance.

( something in their cheekbones and the quick flurries of their hands )