More about remix

Remix needs some sort of last-minute panic chat room, where I could complain with others who are just finishing up their stories. Because what I really need is another distraction. Doesn't Yuletide have one? I seem to remember it from last year, but maybe I'm imagining things.

I'm fairly certain that I will manage to finish the story, which is more confident than I've been for the last few days, though I don't know how good any of it'll be. But I've gotten down to the last page of my outline; if I can finish it out tonight, I'll be able to go back and do as much editing and rewriting as I can tomorrow, and still make the deadline.

Of course, the lovely fate through which I contracted either food poisoning or the world's strangest stomach flu meant that I spent most of this morning vomiting which, strangely enough, is not that conducive to writing. But I will beat this ficathon if it kills me! I've spent too much time worrying about it now to give up.