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on the one hand i sort of feel like I’ve finished chapter 7, which is astonishing. but on the other hand, the story’s not over, so there has to be a chapter 8, so i really ought to work that out and wrap up the whole thing and maybe some more stuff will need to get crammed into chapter 7 before I post it.
I mean. Not everything wraps up, and now I have so many littler stories I want to tell. But. I should probably figure out how it all wraps up. And not just. Go post chapter 7. But I waaannnnt toooooo. Phooey.
Discipline. Attention. I’m going out of town again though. And we all know how well writing goes off the grid. (Not that well.)
Welp.
I’m really amused at the Heroic Scene I gave Jess Pava, who gets to finally use the fact that she looks like she’s about nine with her hair down to manipulate some people.
Another Stormtrooper came down the ramp. “What is going on out here?”
R4 whizzed by, with the male Stormtrooper getting between him and the ramp waving his arms to deflect the astromech. BB-8 took advantage of the roll-by to squeal dramatically and zoom for cover, diving under the ramp. “Tip over, R4!” Jess yelled breathlessly. “Just tip over! It’ll stop if you just tip over!”
“HELP,” R4 screamed, “DISTRESS, MALFUNCTION!”
“Get between him and that freighter,” the female Stormtrooper said.
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” the Stormtrooper on the ramp said.
“I’m sorryyyy,” Jess wailed, “I thought I fixed it!” She’d yanked her hair tie out and was making much of trying to scrape her loose hair out of her face as she ran. One boot had come untied and she was exaggerating the flopping of her shoelace as she ran clumsily, waving her arms.
This was going phenomenally.
on the one hand i sort of feel like I’ve finished chapter 7, which is astonishing. but on the other hand, the story’s not over, so there has to be a chapter 8, so i really ought to work that out and wrap up the whole thing and maybe some more stuff will need to get crammed into chapter 7 before I post it.
I mean. Not everything wraps up, and now I have so many littler stories I want to tell. But. I should probably figure out how it all wraps up. And not just. Go post chapter 7. But I waaannnnt toooooo. Phooey.
Discipline. Attention. I’m going out of town again though. And we all know how well writing goes off the grid. (Not that well.)
Welp.
I’m really amused at the Heroic Scene I gave Jess Pava, who gets to finally use the fact that she looks like she’s about nine with her hair down to manipulate some people.
Another Stormtrooper came down the ramp. “What is going on out here?”
R4 whizzed by, with the male Stormtrooper getting between him and the ramp waving his arms to deflect the astromech. BB-8 took advantage of the roll-by to squeal dramatically and zoom for cover, diving under the ramp. “Tip over, R4!” Jess yelled breathlessly. “Just tip over! It’ll stop if you just tip over!”
“HELP,” R4 screamed, “DISTRESS, MALFUNCTION!”
“Get between him and that freighter,” the female Stormtrooper said.
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” the Stormtrooper on the ramp said.
“I’m sorryyyy,” Jess wailed, “I thought I fixed it!” She’d yanked her hair tie out and was making much of trying to scrape her loose hair out of her face as she ran. One boot had come untied and she was exaggerating the flopping of her shoelace as she ran clumsily, waving her arms.
This was going phenomenally.
