Workshopping a banner request.

54,700 and change, and the first draft is done. Yeeha.

Make that a double yeeha.

I pushed through this week, getting 2000 words on Monday and the last 1700 and change today to be certain I'd finish the rough composition by the end of the month. I've signed it up for a challenge because I know I'll get a banner out of it and I'm weak for banners. I'd thought about just posting the fic after it's all beta-read and tidied up, but then I thought: banner.

Now I can take a little time to relax before looking for said beta readers.

I can also see what people think of the following information for the banner submission form.

Fic title: Stranger, Take My Helping Hand [Alternate former working title: Required of You]
Story blurb: Buffy's lived a long time, but she hasn't lived long enough for the world to stop surprising her, or to have forgotten some of the lessons she learned very early on: not every choice is a good one, and not every decision is nice. But it's having the choice that's important, and what's nice isn't always what's right.
Big Bad: Human morality

Night life in New York City.

Would you believe last night I had a pizza delivered to my apartment?

Would you believe it if I told you that the receipt had my apartment number on it?

Would you still believe it if I said it came after I'd showered, brushed my teeth, and gone to bed, because I never placed a pizza order?

The guy came up, rang my doorbell, and I answered in pajamas. He showed me the receipt, and yes, it was there, and no, I didn't call it in or place an online order. My best guess is the address got mixed up at the restaurant and was sent out to the wrong apartment.

That, or it was a bad prank gone wrong, because I apologized to him, sent him on his way with the pizza, closed the door, and went back to bed.

(Fun as it would have been to accept the pizza, the moment I asked what was on it, I'd be obligated to accept it no matter the answer, and I'm adult enough I can buy my own pizza.)