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well, I was intending to do some other stuff today, but I've basically spent the whole of the day crocheting and writing. lots of good progress on this tapestry after so long without it! though I probably could have done some other, more pressing tasks. such is life. there's always tomorrow
I finished up that jaws fic I just posted, and I'm pretty pleased with it overall! it needs some filling out, for sure - I'm trying to let myself hop around when writing instead of rigidly starting at the first paragraph and ending at the last, and it's certainly encouraging me to actually finish things, but it means I kinda leave holes where more things should go when I'm putting together a rough draft. by and large, though, I am very proud of myself for actually writing something and submitting it by a certain time.
I have also somehow started and finished a slightly shorter thing for the next fan_flashworks prompt, and also wrote a few paragraphs for a completely unrelated thing. absolutely wild burst of inspiration from me here, and I'm hoping I can continue that streak tomorrow, as it's very late and I need to go to bed very, very soon.
I've been walking to a local coffeeshop pretty regularly as of late, and I'm thinking of going tomorrow as well... but I'm wondering if I'm spending a little bit too much on tasty beverages now. sure, I've got income, but since I'm only part-time right now it's not nearly as much as before, and I should probably be a bit more frugal...
ah well. it's fun to actually have a little ritual to look forward to. anyway, here's some more asteroid city stuff that may or may not become a full-fledged fic of its own despite my other unfinished asteroid city wip that I have been deliberately avoiding eye contact with for months:
Jones…
Earth to Jones…
"Hall! Hello… can ya hear me?"
Two quick snaps of a finger in front of his face is just enough to break him out of his reverie. He cuts a quick glance up at the frowning figure above him, then back down to the object of his fascination. His right hand. He had been staring at the wrinkle of his middle knuckle for minutes now, eyes focusing and unfocusing, losing track of it and then catching it again, feeling distinctly that each time his eyes lost focus his hand went with it into someplace else, somewhere blurry and ephemeral and not-all-there. With slow, deliberate motions he turns his wrist to glance at his palm, then turns it back again, flexing his fingers, watching the skin pull and stretch as the bones and muscles underneath shift. He sets his hand on his thigh and finally acknowledges the man before him.
"…huh?"
Schubert Green straightens before him and casts a doubting look down his nose. The stage lights behind him, shining through the window of a false wall meant to portray Augie's mini-house, halo his curls immaculately. The God of the Stage.
"We've got rehearsals going right now and I find you sitting behind the props staring at nothing. What's up with you?"
I finished up that jaws fic I just posted, and I'm pretty pleased with it overall! it needs some filling out, for sure - I'm trying to let myself hop around when writing instead of rigidly starting at the first paragraph and ending at the last, and it's certainly encouraging me to actually finish things, but it means I kinda leave holes where more things should go when I'm putting together a rough draft. by and large, though, I am very proud of myself for actually writing something and submitting it by a certain time.
I have also somehow started and finished a slightly shorter thing for the next fan_flashworks prompt, and also wrote a few paragraphs for a completely unrelated thing. absolutely wild burst of inspiration from me here, and I'm hoping I can continue that streak tomorrow, as it's very late and I need to go to bed very, very soon.
I've been walking to a local coffeeshop pretty regularly as of late, and I'm thinking of going tomorrow as well... but I'm wondering if I'm spending a little bit too much on tasty beverages now. sure, I've got income, but since I'm only part-time right now it's not nearly as much as before, and I should probably be a bit more frugal...
ah well. it's fun to actually have a little ritual to look forward to. anyway, here's some more asteroid city stuff that may or may not become a full-fledged fic of its own despite my other unfinished asteroid city wip that I have been deliberately avoiding eye contact with for months:
Jones…
Earth to Jones…
"Hall! Hello… can ya hear me?"
Two quick snaps of a finger in front of his face is just enough to break him out of his reverie. He cuts a quick glance up at the frowning figure above him, then back down to the object of his fascination. His right hand. He had been staring at the wrinkle of his middle knuckle for minutes now, eyes focusing and unfocusing, losing track of it and then catching it again, feeling distinctly that each time his eyes lost focus his hand went with it into someplace else, somewhere blurry and ephemeral and not-all-there. With slow, deliberate motions he turns his wrist to glance at his palm, then turns it back again, flexing his fingers, watching the skin pull and stretch as the bones and muscles underneath shift. He sets his hand on his thigh and finally acknowledges the man before him.
"…huh?"
Schubert Green straightens before him and casts a doubting look down his nose. The stage lights behind him, shining through the window of a false wall meant to portray Augie's mini-house, halo his curls immaculately. The God of the Stage.
"We've got rehearsals going right now and I find you sitting behind the props staring at nothing. What's up with you?"
