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Cavernous WIP Progress Update

WIP intro / Characters

Current progress:

Chapter 18 / 30(ish) ~done! Wordcount: ~65,000

Two little excerpts this time! 

And a saucier cut from later in the chapter: 

👀👀👀 anyway! Another bit of update is that Writing Partner™ and I have parsed through what we’ve got so far and made the decision to go back and do an editing pass on some of the previous chapters (Ch 1,5,6,10,11 & 12 to be specific) before trucking along forward with new chapters.  The gist of it is problems with Joanna as the central character and inconsistencies in her arc are making her harder and harder to write as the story continues - the hope is to fix them before we really get into the meat of her romance plot (which is impending) so that it isn’t a hassle to fix later. We remapped her arc and changed some aspects of her personality and she needs to get adjusted on the page before things start misaligning catastrophically. I’m like... not very stoked about this because I wanted to finish a full draft before doing any edits in the name of Process™ but I think this will ultimately result in less work in the long run and will mean I’m connecting better with Joanna anywayyy so here we gooo. 

Since I haven’t posted stuff from chapters 1-12 anyway I will be dropping excerpts from them periodically as I work! Thanks for following along y’all <3 Taglist: @ultimatecryptid​ , @kainablue​ , @alcwrites​, @saraheadriance​, @maxgraybooks​, @thelaughingstag​, @artbyeloquent, @stormbrightwriter​ @crazybunchwriting​ @elijahrichardwrites​​​​

text under the cut

Sevan squinted at her, mulling it over, then crossed the kitchen to crouch down at the foot of the chaise, knees popping as they did. Sevan’s fiddly grace and age-lined expression in the shadowy ambience read to Carmen as impossibly wise and forgiving. Easy to trust. A quality she had only ever known in her father.

“It is keen of you to protect your heart, but sometimes there are crossroads at which neither path offers shelter,” Sevan mused, “Like choosing between grief for things which come to an end, and grief for things which go unrealized. Both are painful in different ways, neither more nor less than the other. Both may also be inevitable sooner or later. Whichever knife you choose, know you have friends with you who will be there to help mend the wound.” 

Sevan reached out and patted Carmen’s feet under the covers before rising with a creaky yawn and making their way back upstairs.

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Without thinking, Carmen shoved the cloth littered with mushrooms and swept it all off the edge of the table. The basket and the knife and everything clattered to the floor as she clambered up onto the tabletop, craning across it to kiss him. 

Her mouth met his clumsily as she fell forward, hands and knees on the stone tabletop, his fingers twisting into the fabric of her dress, tugging on her. She pulled back to let him slip the dress off over her head, and he tossed it to the floor without a second thought, as if he couldn’t wait even a second more to have his hands back on her. He pulled her, clamoring, down into his lap