May. 12th, 2019 06:26 pm
Sunday Six and general writing updates
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likealeafonthewind520 Reverse Exchange: I'm done with the fic! And it's been posted! I managed to keep it relatively short - it's just a little over 3k words. Hopefully my recipient is happy with it. *crossed fingers*
wipbigbang: I had a minor freakout about this last week, because I thought the deadline was much sooner than it actually is (in July, phew!) but it's all good now. I've finally outlined my wuxia fic so I have an idea of what I actually have to write and how things get from point A to point B which is nice. There's just so. much. more. to. write.
current wordcount: 11,325 (that's inaccurate, though, because it's including the summary and my outline notes)
future fix-it/alien invasion fic: This one stalled a bit while I wrote my 520 fic and then had my freakout over the wipbigbang but hopefully I'll be able to get back to working on it now.
current wordcount: 15,605 (this is all fic)
I have managed (barely) to refrain from starting any more fics, but thanks to a plot bunny left bybonibaru I now have an idea for a novelverse Weilan fic loosely based on Hades and Persephone.... *facepalm*
“Yes,” Zhao Yunlan repeats, draping the robe over his shoulders and smoothing the fabric down. His hands are warm and strong, but gentle all the same. Shen Wei struggles not to lean back against him. “It’s a robe meant for travel, made to be sturdy and warm. The embroidered design will let everyone know that you have my favor.”
If Shen Wei truly was a courtesan and was returning to his House of training, then that certainly would be a boon. But he’s not. Still, he reaches up and clasps one of the prince’s hands. “Zhao Yunlan is too generous to his concubine.”
“Impossible,” Zhao Yunlan murmurs, bending down to carefully brush a light kiss against his temple without disrupting his styled hair. “There is nothing that would be too much for his concubine.”
wipbigbang: I had a minor freakout about this last week, because I thought the deadline was much sooner than it actually is (in July, phew!) but it's all good now. I've finally outlined my wuxia fic so I have an idea of what I actually have to write and how things get from point A to point B which is nice. There's just so. much. more. to. write.
current wordcount: 11,325 (that's inaccurate, though, because it's including the summary and my outline notes)
future fix-it/alien invasion fic: This one stalled a bit while I wrote my 520 fic and then had my freakout over the wipbigbang but hopefully I'll be able to get back to working on it now.
current wordcount: 15,605 (this is all fic)
I have managed (barely) to refrain from starting any more fics, but thanks to a plot bunny left by
bonibaru I now have an idea for a novelverse Weilan fic loosely based on Hades and Persephone.... *facepalm*“Yes,” Zhao Yunlan repeats, draping the robe over his shoulders and smoothing the fabric down. His hands are warm and strong, but gentle all the same. Shen Wei struggles not to lean back against him. “It’s a robe meant for travel, made to be sturdy and warm. The embroidered design will let everyone know that you have my favor.”
If Shen Wei truly was a courtesan and was returning to his House of training, then that certainly would be a boon. But he’s not. Still, he reaches up and clasps one of the prince’s hands. “Zhao Yunlan is too generous to his concubine.”
“Impossible,” Zhao Yunlan murmurs, bending down to carefully brush a light kiss against his temple without disrupting his styled hair. “There is nothing that would be too much for his concubine.”