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I'm writing backwards today. Well, actually it started last night in Barnes and Nobles. (Shreveport's nightlife consists of smokefilled bars in casinos or coffee at B&N and has all the culture of a petri dish) I've hit such a mental rut in my writing that I don't know how to get past it, but I know where I want to go.

So last night I purchased another small ecojot notebook, which would be my ...fifth... and started to ramble some notes about a chapter oh, let's say a good five or six chapters away from the rut. It interested me. And usually when I can muster up some interest it comes across a page. I notice that in a lot of other writer's works. You can tell when someone's 'phoning it in' which coincidentally has nothing to do with the phone-in option from LJ. (And I loved Lariope's phone in it was beautifully poetic) Sorry, tangents happen...

Anyway, so now I'm writing a chapter WAY out of sequence because it's flowing at this point. Now I just have to wrap up these thoughts and hopefully go back and connect them. Damn thing's written in my head, it's sensible and sounds good, and it's a pretty pink color wiht a slight golden aura. Now only if I can translate that to the page with the same results.

Oh, and never fear intrepid readers, the chapters I'm referring to are about 50,000 words away from where I've last posted.

Though I am fearful that I'll run out of wiggle room and get to the point where I'll not be able to update regularly because I'm still writing. Damn. I hope that doesn't happen. I'm not a fast writer. But breaking the mental roadblock should go far in that direction.

So, today I'm writing backwards. Oh, and sewing a French styled Manteau de Lit for the 18th Century impression. Just look at any Chardin painting, it's what all the ladies wear. Sorry, tangents again.

I posted the next TGC chapter and bit my fingers (no, not my thumbs, nay I do not bite my thumb at thee, nor do I quarrel Sir). I confess I have some aprehension at this point.

Many reviewers have gleefully referenced that Severus will force her to bear his children.

I thought I made it abundantly clear that he hadn't required her to do so, but only said 'if it comes to pass...' Hence the whole 'Voldemort rising from his scattered ashes and I haven't already killed myself' line. Yet I worry when so many reviewers have come to the conclusion that SS wants to force HG to bear him his children, that I have lead them astray. I worry that I need to go back and re-write to make things painfully obvious. I meant to tantalize, sugggest, foreshadow, yes, but not lead astray. Did I goof, or is this a lack of reading comprehension?

I do wonder what the average reading level of my readers are though. That may explain some of it.

I'm starting to second guess myself as reviews are coming in. Of course I can't say 'No, your theory is wrong because *this* happens.' But I sooo totally want to. It's like having a secret I really really want to spill. Sigh.

I know I should be more confident in my work and just let it be. Or accept that some people will never get subtlety, and other don't appreciate (Gryffindor) bluntness. Or whatever.

In the same vein of 'I suck at naming characters' I named Hermione's bear Pud. My younger brother Darren had a Paddington Bear that he would cutely pronounce as Puddington, or usually just Pud. For me, that was my favorite part of the chapter.

Aside from the vows.

I did my damndest to write the most HORRID and UNROMANTIC Ministry-approved marriage vows. It seemed appropriate for a Marriage Law Fic. It took a moment of WWPD? What-Would-Percy-Do? thinking. It took all the willpower I had within me not to write, "Will you Severus Theodore Snape pledge your steadfast and abiding love to Hermione, uphold the terms of your matrimonial contract, and support the Ministry approved guidelines governing the sacred and holy bond of marriage and cauldron-bottom thickness?”