2014 Review!

Following like a lemming, I thought I might attempt my first retrospective. Thanks to Stats Mistress extraordinaire monicawoe, and my membership of the 12mowrimo, I know that I wrote 198,473 words in 2014, which leaves me somewhat gobsmacked. Probably 99% of that was fanfiction, the rest comprising of notes, journaling, episode reactions and the like. Sadly virtually none of the words were novel-related, which I really should do something about this year.
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The lone and level sands stretch far away

It has come to my attention that I forgot to post this stray spn_summergen fic after the reveals - so here it is, my third fill. Orignally posted here, and thank you again if you already left a comment over there.

Title: The lone and level sands stretch far away
Recipient: reapertownusa
Words:~2800
Rating: R for swearing
Warnings: Torture
Characters: Dean, Sam, Lucifer, Castiel
Summary: Dean wakes up in a bad place and things rapidly go downhill from there. Set during some unspecified period in Season 5.
Prompts: Kind of a mishmash of 3 of reapertownusa's prompts - she asked for hostage!Dean; hurt/comfort with Dean being on the receiving end; and anything to do with Dean's post Hell PTSD.


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Book meme - postspam

Variously stolen from dear_tiger, ephermeralk and cassiopeia7. Go to the closest book to you. Turn to page 206. The first sentence explains your love life.

My love life came out (from 3 books closest to me) as:
"Her too?"
"I've not got any gypsy clothes," he said, "but p'raps they'd give me some."
I thought about my time up at Haworth when I was a small girl.

If anyone wants to interpret this explanation of my love life, feel free because I am clueless...!

The lines are from, respectively - Alan Garner's Boneland (which doesn't run to 206 pages so I went for the last even numbered page), Richmal Crompton's William The Fourth, and Jasper Fforde's The Eyre Affair.