WIP Challenge Check-in, Day 14 -- Saturday

[linaewen]

Sorry I'm late with the final check-in post for this week.  I was away all day in a place where I couldn't get to a computer.  I hope everyone is having a fantastic weekend, and that some lovely writing-related time has been part of it so far!

What kind of day was it for you today, writing or otherwise?

Since it's the end of the week, I'm wondering how you are feeling about things in general -- on a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 being the best possible happy choice, how do you feel your writing has gone so far this week?  How about this month?

Last but not least, it's also time for our weekly general fic chat post.  Are you looking for a beta? Want to post a snippet of your WIP? Have other fic-related things you want to chat about? Are you getting what you need out of the community to help you with your writing?  Let the sharing commence!

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[crowdog66]

I wrote a short story in the Lethe!verse, "Culmination" (a sweet and fluffy piece, but R for sexual themes, mention of threesome and sibling incest, which is something I'd NEVER thought I'd be inclined to write), plus ~1300 more words of plotting on "Lethe's Curse"... by God, I'd better have a readership for this story, because I've already done around 12k words of plotting on the bloody thing!

Not a lot of writing this week, but a helluva lot of plotting, so I'll give it a 7/10, with the same rating for the rest of the month thus far.

I'll take the risk of posting a bit of the middle of "Culmination", since it's the most recent thing I've done and I find it rather cute...

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Haskell nodded toward the courtyard two stories below. "There," he said, and out of the corner of his eye Nikara saw them stroll into view: side by side, Bob on Megabyte's right and thus on the side further from the Terrace, their heads inclined toward each other as they proceeded unhurriedly toward their destination. The virus's draconic facial structure made his expressions difficult for some people to interpret, but Nikara could make out the edge of what looked like a smile, and the Guardian was definitely looking immensely pleased with himself as he gazed up into his companion's face, his amber eyes half-lidded and his lips curved in a sly cocksure smirk that made his features appear even more foxlike in spite of his azure skin.

Something in the way their bodies related to each other, an subliminal quality that Nikara would have had to work to put his finger on, made the air between them practically incandescent. They were talking quietly together, although their voices came to the second story only as tones — Bob's words light and agile, Megabyte's words heavy and dark — and they appeared completely oblivious to the three spectators watching them from above. Glancing back to his lunch companions, Nikara saw Hask looking almost deliriously happy while Haskell appeared to take a glummer view of this turn of events.

"And this is new?" Nikara asked, turning his gaze back to the sprite and virus below.

"New since yesterday," Hask chimed in. "I guess one of them finally made a move."

"Only took them three months," Haskell grumbled.

"That wasn't Bob's fault," Hask said tartly, wrinkling her little nose in a way that Nikara found so absolutely adorable, he could have kissed it.

"Sure was."

Before the siblings could get into one of their arguments that consisted of Hask pouring out waves of eloquence that ran headlong against the immovable rocks of Haskell's monosyllabic rebuttals, Nikara intervened: "So when you say 'that's that', you mean…?"

"No more good times with Bob," Haskell said glumly, and turned his attention back to his hasparat salad, stabbing at the green leaves with unnecessary force.

"Aw, don't be so sour," Hask chided him, her gaze still following the clearly happy couple. "I'm glad for him. He's waited so long for this."

In spite of his personal resolution not to pry into the details of the sex life of the woman he was more than a little infatuated with, Nikara couldn't help asking: "Are you sure he's entirely out of play?"

"Yes," Haskell stated flatly. A bright sharp laugh drifted up from below — Bob's — and a deeper rumble of an amused reply, low and intimate in spite of the carrying quality of the voice that conveyed it.

"Bob's a one-man guy," Hask amplified, "when he's really in love. And if that's not love," she concluded, picking up her fork again and casting a final satisfied glance in the direction of the sprite and virus walking below with no attention for anything else, "I don't know what is."

[crowdog66]

... and of course I just caught an "an" where there should have been an "a". Corrected in the original document and the version on AO3, but not here, because I can't be bothered redoing the links in my post. D'oh!

[roane]

Awwww.

[linaewen]

This is excellent!