So, I started out to write maybe a 2500-word 'Hart's War' fic. Even though I started researching the damn thing around three years ago, I figured just getting it written would be good enough, getting some sex in there, some lovey-dovey shit maybe, some flavor of WWII.

And the next thing I know, I have the Mistress partnering with me on a bunch of research, and I'm writing and writing and wanting to write even more. It's more than 7500 words already.

Then I'm doing something really unbelievable. I'm actually OUTLINING the damn story like it's something really important, like MM does with shit like her elves story or one of her mpregs.

Jesus.

Anyway, I'm still enjoying writing the thing. I just did a few revisions, moving some stuff around, making stuff happen on days consistent with the action in the movie. I just have no idea where all this ambition came from. It's completely out of character.

(At least I'm still lazy about writing in LJ!)