Dear God. I feel like a truck has run over me. Between my own obsessive tendencies when faced with a deadline, and real need to write Silver and Black, the two of us have managed to write about 18,000 words in less than two weeks, not including the amount of stuff we threw out because it wasn't good enough. I didn't have the heart to actually see how much that was.
Add to that the two chapters (10,000 words) of Twin Souls (plus the beta pass, which incandescens did a lot of *wonderful* work on), the two bedtime stories I cranked out in the last couple of nights, and another story I'm working on for someone (about 3000 words at last count) that isn't going to see the light of day for a few more days, and I feel a bit like a toothpaste tube that got run over by a truck.
It's a good thing.
stark_black's been a joy to work with. Her patience, energy, and willingness to work with me even when we've made a mistake, and to help me learn from those mistakes has been amazing. I am in debt to her in ways I can't even start to list.