Chapter 6, The Switch is live after a freaking year. After breakfast, Orville has a photoshoot and an interview, and when he gets back things between he and Brad start to take a turn in a different direction.
Going to bury the chapter's notes behind a cut, but the TL;DR is, it's been a fucking hard year, and my editor @nectarine-migraine deserves all the thanks in the world because without her, this chapter wouldn't exist.
THIS HAS BEEN A YEAR IN THE MAKING, and for everyone who has been anxiously awaiting an update, I'm sorry it's been so long and THANK YOU for waiting, reading, re-reading, commenting, and reaching out to me now and then to let me know that this fic means something to you — that means more to me than you'll ever know.
This has been one of the hardest years of my life. Over the past year, I got a new job, moved apartments, struggled incredibly with my mental health, ended up in the ER due to work stress and anxiety, started working with a therapist and got medicated, figured out the job is killing my soul, and got covid (I'm okay). Covid actually came at a good time, and the time off is giving me time to regroup, figure out what I want to do, and finally finish this chapter.
Words can't adequately describe the sheer magnitude of this chapter. It's actually split in two, and chapter 7 is almost complete (currently maybe half the size of 6, but split just in the interest of readability). Chapter 6 alone is over 13,000 words — that's just under a third of the length of the story up to this point. This took a colossal amount of effort, and has been being worked on off and on over the entirety of this past year. Just this week, it's caused a couple all-nighters (my sleep is borked bc of being home sick though, so it's less like an all-nighter and more just consumed my and my editor's evenings). This is a labor of love. It's something I need to write, and something I know a few of you have said you really look forward to reading more of. To those folks who are invested, I want to let you know I have this outlined right through the end (which is going to be at least 5-8 more chapters, who knows, honestly). I'm seeing this through.
As a final aside, please do not use any access you may have to Brad or Orville on social media to bring their attention to this story. This is a work of fiction. Please abide by local and regional RPF by-laws and just be cool. I'm not aware of anyone who has been un-cool, but I just feel strongly this bears saying, because I want to keep writing this thing.
Lastly, this chapter simply wouldn't exist without my editor, nectarinemigraine of ao3, who has been my constant cheerleader and challenger throughout this past year. Thank you for giving me the feedback I need to hear, telling me when I need to expand a thought or an idea, for making me follow the Kiss Rule, for saying terrible words like "gerund" to me, and for letting me have the brain sometimes so I could knock this thing out. I love you, you're so talented, thank you.
This is the first time I've ever had to stop taking commissions altogether--and I hoped I would never have to make this post, but life is relentless and here we are.
For those who don't follow my personal posts, I suffer from MCTD (mixed connective tissue disease) and spina bifida occulta. One or both of these factors has caused my drawing hand to go numb (except for the deep pain inside). I'm used to the pain, pain I can push through. But I can't even feel the pencil in my hand now.
I don't know how to fix this and I have no resources to try.
I hope I wake up one day to find it miraculously fixed; either that or suddenly come up with the thousands of dollars I need for an MRI and CT scan, neurologist appointments, and likely a spinal surgery.
But from what I understand, the effects of spina bifida get worse, not better with time. What I have is called a tethered cord, which means, in layman's terms, that my spine is connected to the outside of my body via a tiny open hole on my lower back.
Unless I have a 20k surgery to fix it, I will continue to lose sensation in my lower body and likely bowel and bladder control. I don't need to explain why this is an unacceptable outcome-- and the *only* chance I have is waiting for the health insurance enrollment period to begin, waiting like a month for it to take effect, and then I'll be only a little less completely fucked
I could make a case for full disability, thus solving my money problems, but I need an MRI first to prove the tethered cord thing. see how we keep going in circles? And how I'm gonna die if it doesn't stop?
Yeah but my main concern at this moment is the numb hand thing. I really need to be able to make art. It's like, the only thing I do. It may be that it's caused by the huge cysts growing on my wrist tendons, pressing against a nerve. But again, I'm sure surgery would be the only solution.
Anyway, I'm sorry I can't do literally the only thing I'm actually good at right now
If you're bummed about that too, please consider donating or sharing this around?
Y’all have probably noticed I’m back to uploading sporadically—I’m learning how to get things done with a numb hand—but commissions are still beyond my capabilities unfortunately.
Until I’m able to make an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon to remove the cysts or have them aspirated, I’m kind of stuck between a rock and a hard place.
That being said, I still very much need any help I can get; we’re struggling—between the decrease in patrons and the suspended commissions we’re missing out on a big chunk of our meager income and it feels like my fault
Please do me a kindness and reblog this for me or maybe check out our etsy shop?
It’s here!!! My pride and joy!!! The book @tr33xs and I wrote!!!
Buy it here on Amazon as a paperback or ebook!!
Din Reyes is a junior associate at a white-shoe law firm in San Francisco. He only has to survive one more year, and then he can afford to leave the lucrative world of white-collar defense to follow his passion for working as a children’s advocate.
When he has the misfortune of being selected for the team working a case headed by the infamous partner Barrett Fitch, whose cold and ruthless reputation precedes him, Din is expecting his last year at the firm to be his worst yet. Surely, he thinks, everyone is right about Barrett.
Barrett is nothing like Din expected.
Barrett is the softest thing Din has ever known.
For those of you who read this as a fic, the paperback version is an all-new experience that’s been re-edited and tweaked, as well as featuring an entire bonus epilogue! I promise if you liked the fic, you will love this.
You can find it here on Amazon (or amazon.ca, .uk, .de etc).
This is been a true work of love and appreciation for everyone who read the fic, to all the commenters who made it feel so special and worth it. I love you guys so much, and I am so happy to be able to give you another book for your bookshelves.
Chapter 2 of Simple Math is now live! Read it: here.
Chapter 1 is here, in case you missed it.
Exciting news, there is now a PODFIC for Chapter 1! So if you prefer to listen to your fanfic, you can listen on a one-post delay to the audio version, or you can use it as a refresher before jumping into the current chapter!
Chapter 1 (read by moi) is available: here.
Stay Tuned! The text of Chapter 3 and the Podfic of Chapter 2 (read by @tripwirealarm) comes Monday, September 12!