who knows me half as well as me
LOOK. I wrote a thing! A thing longer than 1,000 words.
who knows me half as well as me | Hockey RPF | Jordan Eberle/Taylor Hall | 14,000 words | PG-13
Both of Jordan’s parents were wizards, but his father was Muggle-born, so Jordan and his siblings grew up rooting for both the Moose Jaw Meteorites and the Edmonton Oilers. Or as I kept describing it while I was writing it: Ebs is a wizard. He still plays hockey.
This is easily the longest thing I've ever written (14,000 words, what the fuck) and it's also the longest thing I've actually finished. It was mostly written during the first two, soul-crushingly hot weeks of August. I would stay at work until the sun set and it was cool enough to walk home, and then sit on a blanked on my roof and write until midnight because it was too hot to be inside and the later I stayed up, the longer I would sleep in in the morning and I wanted to sleep through as much of the day's heat as I could. So yeah, the writing went pretty quickly. The editing, however, took forever. Giant, huge thanks to
accidentallymel for the excellent beta job.
Incidentally, while I was writing this, I went to a festival in a friend's town. People set up tents outside of town to sleep in, and we both thought they looked like the wizard tents from the Quidditch World Cup, which led to a discussion about what would you give up to be a wizard and just how difficult it must be for Muggle-borns to adjust to Hogwarts, both because of the magic AND because of all the Muggle conveniences they no longer have. I'd spent the last month thinking about that and had a LOT of thoughts. (Bethany gave me a weird look, so possible I had too many thoughts.)
Wizards tents at Moussem
What would you give up to be a witch? Would you give up the Internet or cell phones or your favorite TV show?
who knows me half as well as me | Hockey RPF | Jordan Eberle/Taylor Hall | 14,000 words | PG-13
Both of Jordan’s parents were wizards, but his father was Muggle-born, so Jordan and his siblings grew up rooting for both the Moose Jaw Meteorites and the Edmonton Oilers. Or as I kept describing it while I was writing it: Ebs is a wizard. He still plays hockey.
This is easily the longest thing I've ever written (14,000 words, what the fuck) and it's also the longest thing I've actually finished. It was mostly written during the first two, soul-crushingly hot weeks of August. I would stay at work until the sun set and it was cool enough to walk home, and then sit on a blanked on my roof and write until midnight because it was too hot to be inside and the later I stayed up, the longer I would sleep in in the morning and I wanted to sleep through as much of the day's heat as I could. So yeah, the writing went pretty quickly. The editing, however, took forever. Giant, huge thanks to
accidentallymel for the excellent beta job. Incidentally, while I was writing this, I went to a festival in a friend's town. People set up tents outside of town to sleep in, and we both thought they looked like the wizard tents from the Quidditch World Cup, which led to a discussion about what would you give up to be a wizard and just how difficult it must be for Muggle-borns to adjust to Hogwarts, both because of the magic AND because of all the Muggle conveniences they no longer have. I'd spent the last month thinking about that and had a LOT of thoughts. (Bethany gave me a weird look, so possible I had too many thoughts.)
Wizards tents at Moussem
What would you give up to be a witch? Would you give up the Internet or cell phones or your favorite TV show?