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DA: more writing!

The story is actually getting to the meat of the plot. I’m having a lot of fun with it now. As always, the story/characters are taking on a life of their own, and it’s good to have that again.

Quote (Jobs):  Parjii had just gotten Thakhid back out of the bunk when the woman said, “There! That’s the little alien he had! You do know him! Where’s my credits?”

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DA - back to normal edition

Things feel like they’re back to normal today, even if I’m still a little bummed about this week’s Mando (see my rant called Mando ep 13 if you want to know more). Still, my own personal branch of the Mando Universe (I’m going to call it Jobs-verse) is ticking along. Almost 2K words in #10 as of tonight. I’ll post all of #8 when I next post for Mando -- it’s an Interlude meant to cover the overview of a timejump I didn’t want to cover in detail. It’s only 2.2k, but the #9 is a full Job and will be in four parts. Not sure when I’m posting #8 -- Tuesday, maybe? Depends on what it looks like when I do a read-through again tonight. I may need to edit some things in or out, and that may delay it.

That said, i’ll definitely start posting for Dincember on time, which is not set in the Job-verse. It allowed me to play with a different Mando, which was fun. While Dincember is just a list of prompts and the date to post them, I made each of the prompts a part of a greater story. On Monday, you’ll see what I mean. If you want to read my Dincember stuff but don’t want to see anyone else’s (I don’t know why, but I’m willing to believe its possible), then follow the #deprough does dincember tag. Follow #dincember to see all of the great stuff, though!

So I’ll post Dincember here and on AO3, and I’m going to be very careful with trigger warnings and tags. If I miss one PLEASE tell me. I’d feel terrible if something I made caused someone else pain -- not the, “oh, the delicious angst of this story” but actual “I just had a panic attack” pain. I promise, I’m a safe person, I won’t ask why or challenge. I’ll just try to do better and learn. And apologize. 

The quote if from Jobs-verse #10, and I technically wrote it yesterday, but I feel like it is a really good paragraph, and I wanted to share.

Quote:  There was that quiet little voice that reminded her she’d loved Cryss, who had been beautiful, who she had known -- she thought. Until the day Nima died, she thought he’d stand up for her, that he loved her, too. At least Mando had never lied to her about how he felt about her. He’d never said “I love you” in the dark and then just stared at the floor as she begged for Nima’s life. Mando might hurt her with the truth, but he would never destroy her with a lie.

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Happy birthday to me!

I wrote a little, crocheted a little, ate too much cake... standard birthday fare. I’ve been thinking about writing non-fanfiction again. The good news is I have about three projects I could work on. If you guessed that I have three projects to choose from, you’d be right. 

If anyone has a strong feeling on the following ideas, drop me a note with your opinion about what sounds interesting:

Continuing my novel series about a vampire solving crime in a floating city in 2063

Paranormal erotica about a sex resort built in a forest of horny tree-spirits

1930′s story about an engineer who dresses as a man for work who gets a job on an expedition to the center of the earth

ETA to add the WIPS tag since @dindjarindiaries tagged anyone who wants to. And I want to. 

DA quote: Mando sighed. “I said sorry, didn’t I?”

Bastion waggled his fingers in a ‘sorta’ gesture. “And the last time I saw your ship was when it buzzed over my head and left me on Dantoonie. So I put you through some hoops before letting you off the hook. Get over it. Someone will come get you for dinner, and I’ll tell you then about how long I think she’ll need to be here.” 

Goodnight, all!

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DA: Oh my god, I wrote today.

Quote (Jobs):  Bastion’s tone promised that he’d be a very big problem if necessary, and Parjii nodded gratefully to him as she took the credits and followed the second guard through the gate and into the building itself. It was colored in neutral browns and grays; the attempt was to be pleasantly bland but it felt she’d been encased in nothingness. The first room was a lobby, but the guard waved her past the people waiting to another room. “Pay up,” he ordered, jerking his thumb at the open door.

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DA, sorry, there was an attempted coup tonight edition

Today was shopping day, and by the time I was done with that, fascists and racists had tried to take over my capital. I spent today balancing between watching the news (an unusual activity for me) and taking care of my mental health by crocheting and watch the new Expanse (a usual activity for me). So I didn’t write at all today, and that’s okay. Some days, the world is on fire, and you’re allowed to not wrestle words out of your head.

I hope everyone reading this is safe tonight. I love you, my fellow humans. Be good to one another, and have a good night.

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DA, the kids haven’t won yet

Though they’re trying to beat me down and grind my soul into nothing. But I’m still here.

Today, I thought I was working on Prince of Alderaan, only to realize that it was Jobs’ turn. So I worked on Jobs 10 today, despite having mentally prepped for Prince. Thankfully, I know where Jobs is going, just a matter of getting my brain to turn those plans into coherant. words. I was able to today, so yay!

Quote (Jobs): When she’d stopped shaking, Parjii went to find the gallery. It was small, though honestly larger than the Crest’s, and she systematically went through it. Once she had a sense of the supplies and tools, she started to make dinner.

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DA, this is actually working edition

I don’t have a long message tonight, other than I was working on the Side Jobs project today, so that’s what my quote is from. I’m just stoked that I’m actually writing semi-regularly again. 

Quote (Side Jobs):  A-1 Technologies sat wedged between a brothel that specialized in Bothan workers and a “juice” bar where you could get your drinks served with spice. The only reason Ryku’s shop didn’t look out of place was a small sign that offered personalized computer programs. Most people assumed that meant that the shop did illegal slicing, and it did, but Ryku’s main line of business was the brokering of information.

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DA, 3/3 edition

Hey, I wrote again today, which was surprising because I got some new yarn today, too, and lately my brain has been “Crochet easy! Writing hard! (though not the writing where I ruminate on scenes over and over, the part where I try to take those out of my head and put them in a story in a coherant manner). Given that my Sundays are usually 100% leisure, my brain usually defaults to crocheting all day. Not today, thank the force!

Also I may have planned out four stories for a short series set in the Jobs-verse that focuses on secondary characters in the story. So my brain won’t stop making things it wants me to write while also making it harder to actually write. sigh

Quote (Jobs #10):  “But you have friends who’d help you,” Ahoma pointed out. “There are other people willing to risk their life for the child. There are people willing to risk their life for you. Me, Chee, Bastion, just right off the top of my head. You don’t need Mando.”