The Day After
Nov. 16th, 2010 09:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tsukinofaeriiAs per the orders of Mama Jazzy and Mama Mundi, my wrists are wrapped as I type this. Creepy. D: I look like a bright green and purple mummy. It is kind of distracting.
Today I dedicated to resting the hands (mostly), so I spent the majority of my creative time doing the planning I didn't give myself time for in the past two weeks. After juggling things, making notes, and generally figuring out WTF I'm doing, I figure that I will be losing one plot and four scenes, heavily modifying another three, and generally butchering the rest. I have about 14-16 scenes left to write, and have written 28. :| At about ~2k per scene, that's roughly another 30k on the docket before the heavy edits. (Still hating my prose. How many damned times am I going to start sentences with pronouns?)
This is the point where I start thinking that I should apply alcohol and make all of this seem like so much more of a good idea. I should be able to fit this is with my Fic Exchange prompt, but I don't think I will have a chance to write one of the lovely little comm prompts. :( Sadness. I have my eye on #13. D: Want so much! (FTR, it's not mine.)
I did make myself do a little light writing, just to keep momentum. Also. Um. Well, I have roughly two weeks to finish the rough on this thing by my current timeline. And that will give me a couple of weeks for the prompt. Which will immediately be followed by the beta'ing of this. So! Busy Faerii will be busy! Word count hit 51,170, so roughly 1k. Here's the excerpt.
Have I mentioned that I love Ult Thor?
Today I dedicated to resting the hands (mostly), so I spent the majority of my creative time doing the planning I didn't give myself time for in the past two weeks. After juggling things, making notes, and generally figuring out WTF I'm doing, I figure that I will be losing one plot and four scenes, heavily modifying another three, and generally butchering the rest. I have about 14-16 scenes left to write, and have written 28. :| At about ~2k per scene, that's roughly another 30k on the docket before the heavy edits. (Still hating my prose. How many damned times am I going to start sentences with pronouns?)
This is the point where I start thinking that I should apply alcohol and make all of this seem like so much more of a good idea. I should be able to fit this is with my Fic Exchange prompt, but I don't think I will have a chance to write one of the lovely little comm prompts. :( Sadness. I have my eye on #13. D: Want so much! (FTR, it's not mine.)
I did make myself do a little light writing, just to keep momentum. Also. Um. Well, I have roughly two weeks to finish the rough on this thing by my current timeline. And that will give me a couple of weeks for the prompt. Which will immediately be followed by the beta'ing of this. So! Busy Faerii will be busy! Word count hit 51,170, so roughly 1k. Here's the excerpt.
But Tony wasn't done being ungrateful. "If I maul you horribly, it's your own fault. You do know that I have food in the refrigerator, right? Good old bagged blood, courtesy of the American Red Cross and all the people who they turn away for donations."
"Yes, I know, and yes, I will remember that."
Thor started rolling up his sleeve, baring a gloriously muscled forearm. "That is to fresh blood what the recycled sugar water your corporate masters call juice is to real fruit." Thor pressed his arm under Tony's nose, holding it steady with his other hand. "Bite, friend, and feed."
Have I mentioned that I love Ult Thor?
