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I've seen people looking back at their fic over the course of the year, so I took at look at what I wrote.

I managed eight short stories and, if I'm recalling correctly, two chapters of Rheotaxis. That's a lot for me. I hope I can keep up the pace as I work on Rheotaxis this year. I wrote three Chronicles of Narnia stories and, not counting Rheotaxis, I wrote two Weiss Kreuz fics. Not counting Rheotaxis, I wrote 31,000 words (I think Rheotaxis adds ten to fifteen thousand words).

I wrote the following. They're in reverse order of when I completed them. They can be found at AO3 or at my website. "Faded Colors" and "Under Saturn" are rated T/PG. Everything else is G.

Autumn Over Her (The Pretender, 4559 words)
Under Saturn (Weiss Kreuz, 11965 words)
Disembarking (Chronicles of Narnia, 1133 words)
Measure Every Grief (Chronicles of Chrestomanci/The Homeward Bounders, 4122 words)
The Road Taken (co-written with hopeofdawn, Weiss Kreuz, 2759 words)
All Who Wander (Labyrinth, 2034 words)
Faded Colors (Chronicles of Narnia, 3728 words)
To the Least of These (Chronicles of Narnia, 808 words)

Everything except "Faded Colors" and "To the Least of These" was written for a challenge or exchange ("Under Saturn" was for a challenge, but I finished about six weeks later than I intended to. Fortunately, there was posting amnesty). I tend to do better with something like that imposing an external deadline. It's going to be interesting to see how this year goes when I don't have those deadlines to punctuate my writing progress. There isn't going to be anything keeping me on track.

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The roads were really dreadful today. The cab that took us to Cordelia's appointment was sliding all over the place. It had to drop two people off before taking us to the appointment, so we were about ten minutes late getting there. Fortunately, the social worker was also running late. She called me to tell us she'd be late about thirty seconds after I got off the phone from telling her receptionist that we'd be late.

There was no sign that the snow plows had been out. Even the busy streets were still inches deep in snow. The cabbies both told us that it's too cold for salt to help. The cabbie on the trip out told us that the highways are worse than the city streets. He said they were sheets of ice. Scott's going to see how things are on his drive home, and we'll figure out whether or not we're going to risk heading north tonight.

The idea is for me and Cordelia to spend the night at Scott's sister's place, but that may not be feasible tonight. Cordelia and I are mostly packed, and I hope we can go. I've psyched myself up for the business, and I'm not sure I can easily do it again. Plus, we don't know which day (if any) Scott will have off this weekend. I want to be home if he's not working (and not just because I'm hoping to get to the library and have bubble tea).