Public Service Announcement!

On this morning's 5.8K run, I had the following moment:

Cresting a difficult hill just as the sun rises over the distant horizon?  Awesome.

Also, ow.  The sun seared my fucking eyeballs.  It's just a bit over 10 hours later, and I'm still seeing spots in my eyes.


This is a warning, people.  Heed it.  DO NOT STARE INTO THE SUN.

BB Draft Zero

I am calling it a monstrous, horribly bad Draft Zero, and I feel horrible for my betas and my artist, because they're going to have to read it in this condition, but I am sick, sick, sick of the BB fic right now, and I need a break from it.

The Draft Zero wordcount?  133,654.