writing progress
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so I’ve started from scratch to rewrite the latest original novel. it’s going… well, it’s going, is the thing, and I’m at like 14,000 words, but instead of streamlining the opening, i made it more elaborate and in-depth. so i definitely. uh. i need an editor. but. moving right along, i think i’ve got better characterizations and it’s overall a stronger foundation to hang the plot off of.
do i have the plot? not really, but i’m closer.
i’m very slightly burnt-out though, I wasn’t able to add much over the weekend and then I wrote a bunch today and now I’m just sort of tired, so I went and was letting myself look at the doc I’d had open with all my Good Omens notes in it. I had a really id-tastic idea, see, for something nice and angsty and slightly kinky.
I almost wrote it up as a someone else please take this plotbunny idea, because I know I can’t actually do it. I try to do Miscommunication Angst, and it gets smoothed out into fluff. I can’t do it.
But I want to. I’ve already gone slightly off the rails, in that it ought to be a straight-to-porn-out-the-gate kind of story and I wasn’t able to make it so in the first scene, so it’s now taken me several thousand words and a few centuries before there’s even a chance of fucking. But! But.
Maybe? Maybe there’s the start of a good story here? Maybe not. Here’s a snippet, in case anyone else is interested.
oh ha ha the crossposter removed it! Fantastic.
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“But sex is holy,” Aziraphale said.
“It isn’t,” Crowley said, scornful. “It isn’t at all! No more so than eating, or, or sleeping. It’s just a thing humans can do.”
“If you think so then why are you out here tempting people into it?” Aziraphale asked.
“I’m not,” Crowley said.
“Yes you are!” Aziraphale said. “I’ve caught you at it!”
Crowley’s eyebrows did some further heavy lifting. “I’m not, angel,” he said. “This is just the neighborhood I stay in. I’m literally just walking home.”
“Oh,” Aziraphale said. He wasn’t convinced, however, and looked around suspiciously. “You’re up to something, surely.”
“Demons don’t fuck,” Crowley said. “That’s a human thing.”
Aziraphale looked sharply back at him. “Demons don’t– what nonsense, Crowley! Do you take me for a fool?”
Crowley looked convincingly taken aback. “We don’t!” he protested, defensive. “Or– what demons have you been fucking?”
“We’re of the same stock,” Aziraphale said, angry enough not to be embarrassed. “I know what you’re capable of. We’ve got more or less human bodies, Crowley, we can do whatever humans do. Drink, eat, sleep, dance, fuck– all the equipment is available and functions just fine.”
Crowley stared at him. “I– well all right, eating, fine, but–”
“You can’t tell me you haven’t made the experiment,” Aziraphale said. “Don’t play stupid! It insults us both.”
Crowley closed his mouth and looked thoughtful, which was infuriating and only strengthened Aziraphale’s conviction that the demon was messing about somehow.
so I’ve started from scratch to rewrite the latest original novel. it’s going… well, it’s going, is the thing, and I’m at like 14,000 words, but instead of streamlining the opening, i made it more elaborate and in-depth. so i definitely. uh. i need an editor. but. moving right along, i think i’ve got better characterizations and it’s overall a stronger foundation to hang the plot off of.
do i have the plot? not really, but i’m closer.
i’m very slightly burnt-out though, I wasn’t able to add much over the weekend and then I wrote a bunch today and now I’m just sort of tired, so I went and was letting myself look at the doc I’d had open with all my Good Omens notes in it. I had a really id-tastic idea, see, for something nice and angsty and slightly kinky.
I almost wrote it up as a someone else please take this plotbunny idea, because I know I can’t actually do it. I try to do Miscommunication Angst, and it gets smoothed out into fluff. I can’t do it.
But I want to. I’ve already gone slightly off the rails, in that it ought to be a straight-to-porn-out-the-gate kind of story and I wasn’t able to make it so in the first scene, so it’s now taken me several thousand words and a few centuries before there’s even a chance of fucking. But! But.
Maybe? Maybe there’s the start of a good story here? Maybe not. Here’s a snippet, in case anyone else is interested.
oh ha ha the crossposter removed it! Fantastic.
____
“But sex is holy,” Aziraphale said.
“It isn’t,” Crowley said, scornful. “It isn’t at all! No more so than eating, or, or sleeping. It’s just a thing humans can do.”
“If you think so then why are you out here tempting people into it?” Aziraphale asked.
“I’m not,” Crowley said.
“Yes you are!” Aziraphale said. “I’ve caught you at it!”
Crowley’s eyebrows did some further heavy lifting. “I’m not, angel,” he said. “This is just the neighborhood I stay in. I’m literally just walking home.”
“Oh,” Aziraphale said. He wasn’t convinced, however, and looked around suspiciously. “You’re up to something, surely.”
“Demons don’t fuck,” Crowley said. “That’s a human thing.”
Aziraphale looked sharply back at him. “Demons don’t– what nonsense, Crowley! Do you take me for a fool?”
Crowley looked convincingly taken aback. “We don’t!” he protested, defensive. “Or– what demons have you been fucking?”
“We’re of the same stock,” Aziraphale said, angry enough not to be embarrassed. “I know what you’re capable of. We’ve got more or less human bodies, Crowley, we can do whatever humans do. Drink, eat, sleep, dance, fuck– all the equipment is available and functions just fine.”
Crowley stared at him. “I– well all right, eating, fine, but–”
“You can’t tell me you haven’t made the experiment,” Aziraphale said. “Don’t play stupid! It insults us both.”
Crowley closed his mouth and looked thoughtful, which was infuriating and only strengthened Aziraphale’s conviction that the demon was messing about somehow.
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Date: 2019-09-05 02:53 pm (UTC)