incremental progress
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oh my god argh. Ancient Sea’s next chapter has been half-written for literally a month at this point, the scene with Lambert and Ciri– two or three weeks, at least, possibly longer, I have no idea of the passage of time– but I decided like a fucking fool that obviously the scene that had to happen first was Triss and Eskel finally figuring something out, right, and that is like
pulling
teeth
partly, to be fair, because I’m surrounded by tiny children, and even if they don’t read the text on my screen when they run up and shove their heads between my face and my keyboard, they’re CAPABLE of doing so, and also they’re really really fond of running up and shoving their heads between my face and my keyboard, and even with the reasonable assurance that they’re not going to read my screen, it’s still really really really hard to be in any kind of mindset to work on a sex scene (particularly a m/f one!) while this is ongoing.
but! but I did manage to get somewhat into it, so maybe someday… maybe someday…
Otherwise everything seems fine, nobody here’s got symptoms, but [tw TMI menstruation!] I’ve had PMS this past week I think and this morning I have those annoying theme-from-Jaws cramps, where nothing’s happening but it hurts but nothing’s happening but at any moment, possibly right this moment and possibly in three days, I will unexpectedly and suddenly ruin my underwear, that’s just how this goes. I am forty years old, I have been menstruating for twenty-nine years, and I still can’t fucking predict how it will go. Bleargh.
My BFF, a former math teacher, likes to do Math Tricks with the coffee. She’s got this thing about not drinking full-caffeine coffee, and Dr. Friend doesn’t drink caffeine at all (acid reflux problems), so he’s forever brewing pots of decaf and then we don’t realize, and anyway. She likes to brew it half-strength, and then does extravagant math to determine how strong it really is. Two days ago Dr. F brewed a pot of decaf, and there were two cups left when she brewed the next day’s half-caf on top so it was 2/5th caffeinated, and then there was a bit left of that this morning so at the moment i am drinking coffee that is 22/45ths caffeinated so I’m on my second cup because I can’t do fucking math and this is sort of mean.
ALSO it is a beautiful December day outside, white fluffy snow falling gently; yesterday it was hail. Someone said something about “the summer” and I genuinely didn’t know if the summer was approaching or departing, and couldn’t really remember what one was anyway. “Is it autumn?” I asked, sincerely. “Is it winter? What season is it? What month is it? What year is it?” I don’t know what day it is either, BFF accidentally made Sunday morning’s breakfast today and had classical music on the radio and was like “oh but it’s… is it Wednesday? I don’t know?”
It’s always a bit nebulous around here, as Dr. Friend doesn’t have weekends off, but the one milestone that never changes is that Thursday is Garbage Day so we were able to determine the day based solely on that.
anyhow here’s Triss being a goof:
“Believe it or not,” Eskel said, “I got a good mouth. Plus, if you sit on my face, you don’t have to look at it.”
“I like your face,” she protested, running a finger along his cheekbone, ignoring the scars. “But. It is an awfully long time since I had anybody–”
“Mm,” Eskel said, rumbling it low in his chest, “that won’t do. Please, let me.”
She laughed, and pushed herself up out of his lap. “Well, if you insist,” she said, and stripped her shift off over her head, which left her wearing only a pair of very tall woollen socks over a pair of even taller silk stockings gartered above her knees, and her slippers, little wool-lined sheepskin ankle boots. Warming charms were all well and good, and insulation charms even better, but Kaer Morhen was fucking cold and she was a delicate fucking flower: the socks were staying on.
oh my god argh. Ancient Sea’s next chapter has been half-written for literally a month at this point, the scene with Lambert and Ciri– two or three weeks, at least, possibly longer, I have no idea of the passage of time– but I decided like a fucking fool that obviously the scene that had to happen first was Triss and Eskel finally figuring something out, right, and that is like
pulling
teeth
partly, to be fair, because I’m surrounded by tiny children, and even if they don’t read the text on my screen when they run up and shove their heads between my face and my keyboard, they’re CAPABLE of doing so, and also they’re really really fond of running up and shoving their heads between my face and my keyboard, and even with the reasonable assurance that they’re not going to read my screen, it’s still really really really hard to be in any kind of mindset to work on a sex scene (particularly a m/f one!) while this is ongoing.
but! but I did manage to get somewhat into it, so maybe someday… maybe someday…
Otherwise everything seems fine, nobody here’s got symptoms, but [tw TMI menstruation!] I’ve had PMS this past week I think and this morning I have those annoying theme-from-Jaws cramps, where nothing’s happening but it hurts but nothing’s happening but at any moment, possibly right this moment and possibly in three days, I will unexpectedly and suddenly ruin my underwear, that’s just how this goes. I am forty years old, I have been menstruating for twenty-nine years, and I still can’t fucking predict how it will go. Bleargh.
My BFF, a former math teacher, likes to do Math Tricks with the coffee. She’s got this thing about not drinking full-caffeine coffee, and Dr. Friend doesn’t drink caffeine at all (acid reflux problems), so he’s forever brewing pots of decaf and then we don’t realize, and anyway. She likes to brew it half-strength, and then does extravagant math to determine how strong it really is. Two days ago Dr. F brewed a pot of decaf, and there were two cups left when she brewed the next day’s half-caf on top so it was 2/5th caffeinated, and then there was a bit left of that this morning so at the moment i am drinking coffee that is 22/45ths caffeinated so I’m on my second cup because I can’t do fucking math and this is sort of mean.
ALSO it is a beautiful December day outside, white fluffy snow falling gently; yesterday it was hail. Someone said something about “the summer” and I genuinely didn’t know if the summer was approaching or departing, and couldn’t really remember what one was anyway. “Is it autumn?” I asked, sincerely. “Is it winter? What season is it? What month is it? What year is it?” I don’t know what day it is either, BFF accidentally made Sunday morning’s breakfast today and had classical music on the radio and was like “oh but it’s… is it Wednesday? I don’t know?”
It’s always a bit nebulous around here, as Dr. Friend doesn’t have weekends off, but the one milestone that never changes is that Thursday is Garbage Day so we were able to determine the day based solely on that.
anyhow here’s Triss being a goof:
“Believe it or not,” Eskel said, “I got a good mouth. Plus, if you sit on my face, you don’t have to look at it.”
“I like your face,” she protested, running a finger along his cheekbone, ignoring the scars. “But. It is an awfully long time since I had anybody–”
“Mm,” Eskel said, rumbling it low in his chest, “that won’t do. Please, let me.”
She laughed, and pushed herself up out of his lap. “Well, if you insist,” she said, and stripped her shift off over her head, which left her wearing only a pair of very tall woollen socks over a pair of even taller silk stockings gartered above her knees, and her slippers, little wool-lined sheepskin ankle boots. Warming charms were all well and good, and insulation charms even better, but Kaer Morhen was fucking cold and she was a delicate fucking flower: the socks were staying on.
