Happy Sunday, friends ♥️ Thank you @monbons and @mooncello for the tags, I am tantalised and entinced by your collab sneak peaks!
Two posts in a week? I’m being uncharacteristically on it, apparently. But not TOO on it. Chronic fatigue hit HARD in September and I’ve only just nagivated my way out of it. As a result, I’m desperately trying not to put too much pressure on myself, even though that means limiting what I do for enjoyment as well as work.
That said, something amazing happened the other day. Having been unable to write a single word of Snow On Ice for weeks without heaps of self doubt, I was listening to a writing podcast when inspiration (and my meds, which have not worked in weeks thanks to fatigue being too powerful) finally hit. When I came out of my inspired fugue state I’d written a 2300 word draft for the final section of the chapter. Woo!! It still needs a loooot of cleaning up, and putting into first person POV, but it felt like a big step forward.
Sentences and more ramblings under the cut.
So without further ado, here are some (disjointed/ no context) sentences from this draft:
Racing has everyone's heartbeat up. Dev and Shep are going a great job of instigating new and ridiculous games, Niall is laughing and doesn't complain when Dev tackles them, lifting them off their feet and throwing them over his shoulder in a graceless fireman's lift that Niall defies with all the confidence of a well trained dancer, spreading their arms and straightening their legs so it looks like they're flying backwards.
Paralysed with what he'd done, Simon could only stare as Baz was helped off the ice. The animosity had only grown from there, the small ridge in the middle of Baz's formerly perferct nose a constant reminder they would only ever be rivals.
Baz is not ready for the sudden movement. Instead of dodging, all Simon can think is 'nipples' before Baz crashes into him and they tumble over in a heap.
I’m excited to share the rest with you. I’m really pleased with how some of the moments in this section are coming together. And I’m SO GLAD I decided to ditch all semblemce of good writing in order to get a draft done in third person- seriously, I didn’t even write it in the same document as the rest of the chapter. Anything to trick myself into CHILLING TF OUT. I normally find writing in first person way easier (I tend to get very method, thinking and feeling like the character I’m writing), but apparently a bit of distance from this section was exactly what I needed to help figure out what I wanted to say.
When I started writing it for CORB last year, SOI was one of the first fanfics I’d ever made for public consumption, and for this fandom. I mention this now as I try to remind myself not of the work I still have left, but of the work I've already done, the challenges I’m overcoming, and how these are things I need to let myself celebrate. As it currently stands, this chapter’s wordcount is going to be about 12K (excluding the bits I’ve cut) which means my total word count after only 3 chapters is just under 28K. That makes SOI the longest thing I’ve written to date, ever. (Obviously length isn’t everything, but it’s showing me I have staying power and I’m glad to have gotten this far with it, even if it will take years to finish at my current pace.)
And as an aside, thank you so much to everyone who commented and tagged my wipsday post this week. I’m so glad you all like Cygnus (even though he’s an ass). I can’t tell you how encouraging it's been and how much it’s motivated me to start working on other bits I can share with you. Thank you for your kindness and enthusiasm, you’re all wonderful beautiful people and I am so fricking blessed to have you share my weird little Crowman world.
I hope you’ve all had a good week. Hugs, cute crows and little apple slices (to share with the crows) to you all!
I forgot what it was like to have a 2 year old in the house 🙃
we finally decided to let Archie into the rest of the house now that we definitely know he doesn't have fleas/ticks. But this dog promptly found: our missing dryer ball (good thing), my mucluks (bad thing), a bug trap (really bad thing).
I’ve had my dog for 10 - nearly 11 - years. He’s the best boy. If you’d held a gun to my head I’d have told you his birthday was 24th November. So this year I bought him a new bed ahead of time, it’s velvet and yellow and lovely, but I also checked his papers and found out his birthday is actually 21st October and I’ve been doing this wrong for years.
Your doggo was basically a lactose intolerant person eating pizza with no regard to people around
Basically! She still loved those goddamn ice cubes, we were just trying so hard to save her from herself. We’d be like “you’re going to regret this...” when she manage to sneak one.It was also so sad whenever we would go through Dairy Queen, they would always offer her a small doggy vanilla ice cream cone, and we had always had to be a mean doggo family and say no. Because those would also set off the cold barf.
