Jul 7, 2020
Ummm I just finished ‘and your very flesh shall be a great poem’ after FIVE FUCKING YEARS
(first draft, gonna need a thorough second draft and beta and there’s also an epilogue but it is DONE)
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Ummm I just finished ‘and your very flesh shall be a great poem’ after FIVE FUCKING YEARS
(first draft, gonna need a thorough second draft and beta and there’s also an epilogue but it is DONE)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Yeah, I kinda can’t believe it either, but here we are.
It’s done, y’all.
After FIVE fucking years, it’s done.
I hope it was worth the wait. I love you all.
How can writing make me so happy and so miserable at the same time
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 13/? Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade, Mary Morstan, Anthea (Sherlock) Additional Tags: Angst, Adventure, Post canon, Not A Fix-It, Character Death, NOT SHERLOCK OR JOHN, First Time, Romance, Grief/Mourning, POV John Watson, Blood (in a medical context), Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Rimming Summary:
He thinks about going to Sherlock, wrapping his arms around his slim body, holding him and comforting him in his terrible sorrow. But the distance between them feels like an ocean, like the expanse of the cold Atlantic between here and London, and he has no idea how to cross that vast chasm, or even if Sherlock wants him to.
They are here together, the two of them against the world a thousand miles from home--but John suddenly sees that in a profound way, each locked inside their private grief, they’ve never been more alone.
So, hey, it’s only ten months later but the next chapter of AYVF is actually going to beta this week and I’m hoping to post by the weekend.
This is not a drill. This is really happening.
Closing in on ten thousand words, y’all. So close to done.
So I started rereading AYVF in order to adjust the tone and feeling of this new chapter where it needs to be... and jeez, guys, this first chapter? Really isn’t very good and full of tense screwups.
Reading something of your own a year leader lends a lot of clarity to things.
So, I get the feeling I’m gonna end up doing a LOT of revising (nothing major, just typos/poor grammar/awkward phrasing) as I move on down the line.