is the universe, i swear, this intuition business is freaky. everything's one, i say, including the creative well and those who draw from it. we're all made of the same stuff.
Which is a woo-woo way of saying - I wrote a threadfic, in real time, extempore, on Twitter (based on a prompt), and somehow it all came together at the end. I didn't know where I was going when I started! I was just feeling my way tweet by tweet! Yet!
This gives me faith to continue working the WIP model. I choose to trust that everything will work out in the end.