Boys You Don't Know

I did it! Unlike some of you, i did not make 50k words this month. HOWEVER, i wasn't trying to do that. I was trying to get in a submission to a contest at samhainpublishing and I did it! Those bits and pieces from earlier this month that you may or may not have been reading are part of a roughly 30k original completed piece with blurb, synopsis, query letter and everything.


this may be the most terrifying moment of my writing life to date. Even scarier then writing valentine fanfic and finally having bottom!noah get his wish. seriously. my hands are sweating. i'm in agony.


perhaps the stupidest thing is that i don't care if i get rejected. I mean, yeah okay, of course I'd love to win, but this was about challenging me and getting this done and getting my name out to the people who edit for samhain.





in other news, it is 12 days until my fanfic-aversary. I have pieces due on the 10th, but I think I should write something (other than the new fic of doom ithilien and i may be not so secretly writing) to celebrate. Thoughts? Suggestions?


oh, and finally, i now get to read all the stuff i put off and comment! yay! (ladysonsie, i'm looking at you when i say that, just so you know.)

I'm trying out this different way of writing where I write the scene that has the strongest pull in my head, and not necessarily the one that logically follows the rest. It seems to be working, which, huh. Kinda cool. I'm pretty sure I owe that to writing fanfic, and more specifically writing with ithilien22. I wrote 'missing scenes' for my magnets'verse. Then because I was passing stories back and forth with ithilien, I would write bits and pieces not connected to words I had written last. Part of me struggles against this because my writing idols are the ones that primarily fly by the seats of their pants and write sequentially. I want to emulate them. However, if this works, then this works. And I'm going with it.

That was the preface to the fact that what I'm not writing at the moment is the big black moment. It's going well as far as the dialogue goes. Ben (who used to be Jake, and could still go back to Jake) came back to the farm prepared to ask Gabe to stay. Especially now that it won't matter because the marriage can't go through in time, so there's no way to mistake what Ben is doing for sneaking through his dad's will. But he gets home, and there's a little yellow coupe in the driveway and he loses his shit.

The good: I know I have to finish this part before I go back to work tomorrow. I can't leave it like this or I'll be a big ol' mess. This means that I need to push forward, and while I still have brackets in which i have notes like 'must write sexy horseback lesson' and 'need to shift my timeline forward three days', I will have ostensibly finished the fucker.

The bad: IT'S SAD.

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this is a cool little thing. 20 minutes, and i was using gentle and it so kept me on track! i tried 30 minutes and it still worked. Yay!

plan for tonight: write the scene where jake tries to get gabe drunk, but it backfires and he gets plastered instead. poor, dumb jake.

plan partially completed: poor dumb jake got jealous of james who is all about the eew and swallowed a few too many shots. He's up to three shots of strong tequila, plus a beer.

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plan completed: Jake is now in bed. Gabe is curled up around him as the big spoon. There was no kissing because Gabe sensibly said he didn't want to kiss mr. puke breath (he was more polite than me), and there will be drama when they wake up in the morning.

on the plus side, gabe stepped up and asked if he could do more stuff around the house and not actually be out as much. he gives the reason that he'd like to do something he's good at, but i think it's because he wants to go through Jake's paperwork. Sneaky bastard.