Sunday Snippet and NaNo Update
Nov. 22nd, 2020 08:10 pmOh hello! I hope you are all well. I hit a bit of a wall this weekend. I’m still writing, but I am taking a break/possibly dropping out of the Jiang Cheng Love Month fest. I made it through 21 days of prompts, which is really awesome for me. Part of me feels like a bit of a failure for not finishing a challenge (that I set for myself), but the wiser part of me is proud of what I’ve accomplished this fall. I wrote three long, plotty fics in November! That’s really huge for me, because I always feel that plot is my weakest skill. I feel like I’m better at slice-of-life and character and mood. But I really enjoyed figuring out these stories, even if the plot for the story I finished on Saturday took an unexpected turn on day two.
I’m using my AO3 published fics as my NaNo meter, so by that count, I have written 44,852 words in November. I. Am. FLABBERGASTED!
I did not post a new story today, but I did get into an old WIP that I find I’m still really proud of, and I’m hoping I can stick the landing on it. It’s a modern witches/magic AU. Here are a few lines. I hope your week treats you well.
“You’re making me nervous, Cheng-Cheng,” the boy says, eyes fixed on a scrap of silk pinned to the table in front of him.
“Please don’t call me that,” Jiang Cheng replies automatically.
Huaisang looks up at him. “This is perfectly legal, Wanyin, and mostly safe.”
“There’s a vast difference between legal and not-technically-illegal.”
Huaisang doesn’t respond. It’s an old argument.
I’m using my AO3 published fics as my NaNo meter, so by that count, I have written 44,852 words in November. I. Am. FLABBERGASTED!
I did not post a new story today, but I did get into an old WIP that I find I’m still really proud of, and I’m hoping I can stick the landing on it. It’s a modern witches/magic AU. Here are a few lines. I hope your week treats you well.
“You’re making me nervous, Cheng-Cheng,” the boy says, eyes fixed on a scrap of silk pinned to the table in front of him.
“Please don’t call me that,” Jiang Cheng replies automatically.
Huaisang looks up at him. “This is perfectly legal, Wanyin, and mostly safe.”
“There’s a vast difference between legal and not-technically-illegal.”
Huaisang doesn’t respond. It’s an old argument.