WIP Challenge Check-in, Day 9 - Saturday

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It's Saturday! What are you up to with your weekend?

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Today, I'm

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researching
1 (11.1%)

outlining
1 (11.1%)

writing
4 (44.4%)

revising
1 (11.1%)

posting
0 (0.0%)

resting on my laurels
0 (0.0%)

doing something else
4 (44.4%)

Attitude check! How are you feeling?

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I'm feeling great!
1 (11.1%)

Pretty good, I guess.
0 (0.0%)

Eh, not bad.
7 (77.8%)

I've had better days.
0 (0.0%)

Ugh, did you have to ask?
1 (11.1%)

I don't wanna talk about it.
0 (0.0%)

Since it's Saturday, feel free to share a bit of what you're working on in the comments!

Comments

[lea_hazel]

The day is over but I have the evening and I'm still hoping to produce something tonight.

[lea_hazel]

Oh, before I forget: I promised to share my exchange fics after reveal: Rabbaroo Cafe, a series of four ficlets. Legend of Korra coffee shop A/U, Korra/Asami.

[lilly_c]

I posted Twice Unjust during the week. Forgot to say *slow coach*

I've only just got home from work and the plan is to finish a one-shot and start work on ATTTNW now that I have a workable outline.

[iosonochesono]

Your "plot bunnies only LOOK cute" make me want an animated gif of the Monty Python bunny scene that says "Actual plot bunny."

I'm definitely writing this weekend so that's good.

[crowdog66]

This week I finally finished "Body Work" -- 91k, wahoo! Lookit me, I wrote a novel! :D

On Saturday I also wrapped up a Tony/JARVIS short story, "Lessons of Blood and Bone, Electricity and Steel" (~1440 words rated R), which is the source of today's snippet.

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If life had taught Tony one thing over the past thirty-five years, it was this: that humans were one fucked-up collection of hyperevolved pretentious apes. Fathers didn't love you when they were supposed to, being the brightest kid in the room didn't automatically make you the most popular, and the person that you'd grown up assuming (in spite of the sum total of your other experiences) would always be on your side was fully capable of turning around and trying to crush the life out of you using a power suit whose design he'd stolen from you in the first place.

No, given a lifetime of painful experiences Tony had every right to come to the conclusion that other people were necessary to keep his world running, and maybe as occasional convenient holes to fuck, but other than that? Absolutely useless, and keep the hell away from him, thank you very much. (Pepper Potts was something of an exception to that rule. He still hadn't figured out how. But she hadn't overtly screwed him over yet, so he was keeping her around on a wait-and-see basis. Had been for the last twelve years, and so far things hadn't gone completely pear-shaped, right? Right. So. She could stay. In his more sentimental moments he dared to dream that maybe it would be forever, but big boys didn't buy into fairytales.)

Funny thing, fairytales — some of them talked about crazy shit like dragons turning into princesses and women turning into swans, but he was pretty sure that none of them had ever told a story quite like this: him waking up abruptly in the middle of the night to the sudden awareness that someone was standing at the threshold of his bedroom, pale as a willow poised on the verge of shivering in indigo pajamas and a tightly belted burgundy dressing gown, gazing at him with unblinking eyes the colour of aquamarine.

He rolled over onto his back and propped himself up on both elbows, blinking at his unexpected visitor, then scowling. "JARVIS?"

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