So, the word count from February. Which was a strangely productive month for me. It's shorter than the other months, but mighty. Plus, there was all that class to write in, instead of, like, paying attention and taking notes.

I am going to be the worst teacher ever.

Anyway.

2/5: 824 (Sucker Love)
2,508 (Lian and Clark)

2/7: 353 (Casual Friday)

2/8: 1,008 (Casual Friday)

2/10: 1,685 (Sucker Love)

2/14: 1,179 (Eyes Wide Shut)

2/18: 699 (SV thing, still untitled)

2/19: 379 (Where the Wild Things Are)

2/21: 816 (Lost in Space)
3,372 (Two Princes)

2/25: 222 (Two Princes)

2/26: 1,123 (Casual Friday)

2/28: 1,508 (Two Princes)


Grand total for this month is... 15,676. Wait, that doesn't look right. ::calculates again:: No, nevermind, that's right. Wow. Over 15k in one month! Now if only I could manage to write that much on one story, I might actually finish something!

God, I've been so totally suckered into this genderswitch Justice League toonverse thing. It's sad. No, I'm sad. I have one story finished (Girl Talk, from... last month? The one before? Something like that), one trembling on the verge of completion (Casual Friday, thus the frequency with which it appears above), and a couple others in the works (including Two Princes... god, I should just apologize for that title right now and never listen to Spin Doctors again), while the most important story, the one I should *actually* be working on because it's kinda the cornerstone of the whole series, is just languishing there, mocking me with its title and then empty, blinking cursor. (And that had to be one of the worst run-on sentences I've ever typed. And if it wasn't, then I'm going to pretend it was, because I don't want to remember worse.) And for a little while there, I'd actually gotten a whole page or two written of that sequel to The Dead Can Dance, the one with Team Dead tagging along to Atlantis, because I finally, finally, finally figured out how I wanted McKay and Sheppard to be without making it even more silly than it has to be.

I'd always wanted McKay and Sheppard both to have Speshal Powers too, though the rest of the cast was optional, but I could never settle on exactly what I wanted. I think I started out with McKay as a telekinetic and Sheppard could fly, but that was too obvious. Then there was the one where Sheppard shapeshifted into an alien tiger, but, uh, we're going to pretend that that never happened, okay? But I finally got it just how I like it, which is this: McKay can control energy, all types of energy. Electrical, heat, nuclear, what have you. Sheppard, on the other hand, can't control it worth a damn. But he can convert it. Which makes them a pretty great team (and childhood friends! there could be Teenage Shenanigans), at least until Sheppard goes off to join the Air Force because he wants to Do His Country Proud, and McKay warns him against it because he practically grew up in military labs and it won't be like Sheppard thinks it is, and they Don't Speak To Each Other for a while. Until Sheppard gets his black mark, and decides to have himself transferred to the lab that McKay was supposed to be working, instead of to Antarctica. And then he gets there, and McKay's gone. He managed to accidentally get himself sent to Atlantis. Because, you know, he's Rodney. He does stuff like that.

(Pardon the abuse of Capital Letters. Sometimes, italics just Does Not Convey the sense of High Drama that I'm going for.)

And I have the rest of the story planned out, and it clicked, the way it does when you've been toying with a story for ages- in this case, well over a year- and it finally feels right in your head, and that's an *amazing* feeling. But I can't seem to make myself work on it. Because of the damned Justice League story.

Gah.