#nano22

[kaos-academic]

october into november — midterms, midnight walks, and writing a novel

[if-only-we-could-read-it]

I love first draft writing. (clenches fist) I love how it just. adverbs.

[incandescent-creativity]

Listen I don’t wanna call it to early, but having had multiple 3,000 word days, what if I made it to 60k this year

[canwriteitbetterthanueverfeltit]

okay let's see if i can cram my "finish this entire book" goal into 3 hours tonight

[transmasc-wizard]

liveblogging my descent into hell now

(day 1 of nano)

[tatiana-niyah]

So, I’m not exactly sure how big the fandom is here on Tumblr BUT if you’re a Hellcheer (aka Eddissy) shipper or just simply believe that Eddie Munson and Chrissy Cunningham deserved better TOGETHER, then I’d like to shamelessly post my current Victorian-era fantasy fic that I’m working on, “Star-Crossed”.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[sailor-lady]

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[booksrockmyface]

NaNoWriMo 2022!!!!

Y’all! I wasn’t sure if I was going to even try this year. I have so much going on. But I decided to just give it a shot. I’m very excited to share this with y’all. Remember, it’s very rough! Because, of course it is!!!!

The MCs are a transgender man and the husband he left to be able to make his transition. This takes place in England in the 1920s. This isn’t the era I usually write in, so it will be fun! I’ll be writing lots of notes for later research for myself.

If you want to be in the taglist for updates, let me know. I’m posting here first, but will move all further updates to @daniwritessometimes.

So, without further ado:

1920s

Phillip picked up the phone. He had used it to talk with Susan exactly once when he had settled into the rooms he was letting for the month. He was in pain and could barely raise his hand enough to place the receiver [look up phones] to his ear.

He gave the information to the operator and waited for the connection. It was just across London. God, it felt like forever. It had only been five years.

When the line connected, it was answered by Anthony. “Yes, hello?”

“I’d like to speak to Susan Osborne, please.” Phillip worked to keep his voice in the girlish range. He hated it.

“And who should I say in calling?”

Phillip let out a deep breath. “Pippa.”

“Pippa?”

Phillip heard a sharp, “That’s for me.”

“Pippa?” Anthony asked again.

“We’ll talk when I’m done.” Susan’s voice came through. “Hello, are you all right?”

“No.” He swallowed. He’d put off making this call for several days. But the discomfort was just too much. And he needed a familiar face now that he was home. “Can you come?”

“Give me the address and I’ll be right there.”

Phillip rattled it off and then ended the call. He made his way back to the room and got into his bed. His chest throbbed and the front of his shirt was red with blood. The dressing needed changed. “Damn.” He closed his eyes and was asleep in seconds.

He awoke to the smell of coffee and something cooking on the little stove in the corner. He tried to sit up, but there was a firm hand on his shoulder.

“No, sir.” Susan said gently.

He smiled. “Sue, you came.”

“Of course I did.” She looked him over and tsked. “You should have called me sooner.”

“The doctor sent me home yesterday.”

“You should have called me when the surgery was happening.” Susan scolded. “Now, let me have a look and put new dressing on.”

Phillip stayed lying down while Susan unbuttoned his shirt and then gently cut through the bandaging. She sighed and it made him look down. “It looks very red.”

“It hurts like hell.”

“I expect it would. You got your tits chopped off, for crying out loud. And you had a substantial bosom.”

“Of course you noticed.” The remark was meant to be a jest, but Phillip groaned. “The doctor gave me some medicine.” He pointed to a vial by the bed.

She eyed it. “Looks like you’ve taken quite a bit.” She helped him sit up and gave him a dose of the medicine before she put new dressing on his chest. “Anthony and Zoe are furious. And I have no doubt one or the other of them has already got to their brother.”

“It’s why I came back anyway.”

“You didn’t have to tell him that name.”

“I wanted him to know.” Phillip was quiet as Susan finished the bandages. Then he said softly, “I knew he’d tell Jason. I can’t tell Jay myself. He’s going to hate me Sue.”

Susan took his face gently between her hands. “He could never hate you, Phill. You are exactly the same person that left. He loves you so dearly. He and Michael have missed you every day you’ve been gone.”