Can I, can I put it in your slot?
“Mmm,” she said, licking her lips. “Is that package for me?”
I don’t know how I survived this past week at work - or today, for that matter - but when that popped up in my FB memories… it made everything so much better.
It might have inspired some dirty Victurri fanfiction… not mine, though. We’ll have to see if PT and V actually do something with Yuuri and those little mailman shorts like they teased.
Bunnywest’s second book dropped at midnight.
If I stayed up for a book launch, is it really too much to expect me to wait until I woke up to dig in?
It was worth the lack of sleep.
Seriously.
It, too, deserves the very. good. lube.
I’ve been a writer my entire life. From my earliest memories, I’ve always written some sort of fiction. We used to go on vacation to Maine and I would sit on the hotel balcony staring at the ocean and chewing a blue Bic pen. (Always blue.) Once the words came, it had to be college ruled paper. I didn’t care if it was a pad or a notebook. That wide ruled shit is ridiculous.
Of course, I have honed my skills and become the whole… package (*snickers*). I’ve taken Official Writing Classes. I’ve had peer reviews. I’ve had (master)beta readers.
I’m fucking published. (Stick that in your slot.)
All that to say, I hate when something unexpected slides in the back door.
(Oh my god. I am dying over here.)
I’m never going to claim to be a plotter. Nope. I’m a hardcore (I said hard) pantser.
Anyhoo.
In all seriousness, my little piece of het fiction just threw me a major curveball.
I thought it was the female lead’s story. Told by her, as unreliable a narrator as any out there today.
About falling in love with a sport that breaks your heart over and over again.
About falling in love with your best friend.
About having the happily ever after you really deserve but that only ever happens in fiction.
So… the whole package.
(Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.)
Where was I?
Oh yeah.
I’m reading it over, trying to figure out what comes next, and motherfuck.
Wait. That wasn’t my actual reaction.
Let’s try that again.
SON OF A MOTHERFUCKING DOUCHENOZZLE. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!? WHEN THE FUCK DID THAT HAPPEN?!?
(Interrobangs are cool. HA! I said bang. (Bet you didn’t even know there was a word for ?!?) There’s also shebang (#!) and don’t ask me how I know these things.)
Turns out that, despite the shifting POVs, it’s still her story… as told by the male lead.
That was… not… supposed to happen.
Oh, and the kicker?
She’s asexual. AND aromantic.
Because why the fuck not?
I didn’t realise how much I didn’t know about being aroace / acearo until I had to figure out how to write her.
I spend all this time thinking I have a general idea of what’s going to happen and then the characters just fuck shit up.
I feel like I’m taking dictation. (Ha! Dic…I’m reaching now, aren’t I?)
To quote my father, I don’t know what I don’t know until I know I don’t know it.
I’m learning that I don’t know a lot.
Like how to control characters so that they’re not ruining my grand romantic relationship.
Or engaging in statutory rape.
Or sending dirty texts to their dads.
Yeah. We won’t talk about Stiles’ accidental text to the Sheriff.
WHY CAN’T MY CHARACTERS BEHAVE?
New expansion pack broke the Sims again.
I’m playing in a new save file because something happened to my favourite legacy file and the game crashes everytime I load into the game…
There’s a mod that I love that’s sort of working. The developer knows it’s throwing up an error and is working on it, but I’m not too concerned. The bit it’s breaking doesn’t matter to me.
And if I lose this save file? I have another one (my second favourite legacy) that’s sitting in time out until the dust settles.
OK. Enough stalling…
I have a horse to train and boys to screw in the stable. (Talk about a roll in the hay!)
Sometimes, 18+ Sims mods make the game so much better…