World, Mostly Turning

It is entirely possible--nay, even probable--that I have written the worst 1,996 words ever to disgrace a page in my pathetic attempt to finish the as-yet unnamed fic. ::shreds::

I know how it happens in my head, but every last one of my meagre writing skills is playing hide-and-seek with me. I think my brain needs a reboot.

And I signed up for another ficathon last weekend. Somebody shoot me. Please.

(Note to yourlibrarian: Your suggestion of "What You Wish For" is still the most likely title candidate.)