Authors for SSR_Confidential_2017
have been revealed! I wrote A Purpose-Driven Life for sapphire2309
. And, uh, in a STUNNING lack of connecting-the-dots, I didn't check before asking the only other person volunteering as a beta to beta for me. And did not notice that I HAD GOTTEN MY RECIPIENT TO BETA FOR ME until I was uploading my fic.
Also, I am hovering really close to burnout, and so I don't think I should do any more ficathons for a while, much as I love them. The last two, I wasn't able to actually get myself to write until the deadline was bearing down on me, and then I was in pure panic-mode and not really able to make good writing and editing decisions. (Thank you to those who have held my hands through this.) I don't need the extra stress.
Anyway! I like this fic, here it is.Title:
A Purpose-Driven LifeAuthor:
Dottie Underwood, Agnes Cully | Whitney FrostWord Count:
6,194 Betaed by: sapphire2309 Written for: sapphire2309 Summary:
Dottie escapes the Red Room as a child. Everything goes differently from there.AN: ::hangs head in shame::
Why yes, yes I DID accidentally ask my recipient to beta for me without even realizing it until I went to post. I AM SO SORRY, SAPPHIRE2309! I swear I will never ask for a beta without double-checking who the recipient is!AN2:
Yes, I know, I have fiddled with the timeline. According to the show, Dottie Underwood was a pre-teen in 1937, while Whitney Frost was already an adult living in California and starting to work as a model/actress by 1934. I have made Dottie older and Whitney younger, to match.AN3:
I was not able to figure out the cost of a mob hit in the 1930s. However, I was able to find the cost of hiring a hitman in 2013 (https://priceonomics.com/how-much-does-
a-hitman-cost/), and use a historical inflation calculator to figure out what that would have been in 1935 money.AN4:
in your letter, you said you love stone-cold-terrifying villain!Whitney, but you also ask for what would have happened if she'd gotten what she wanted (science) in the first place. And I think in that case, she wouldn't have needed to become stone-cold-terrifying villain.
At AO3 FF.net tumblr( Vsevolod's hands scrabbled for purchase on the side of the building, and, desperate, he hissed at her to help. )