October Writing & November Goals
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This month one of my coworkers tested positive for Covid (she’s fine now, btw) so I spent two weeks in quarantine (I’m fine too) and during that time I accidentally a book. (I finished the draft yesterday and am giving myself the rest of October as a writing holiday, hence the fact that I am posting this monthly writing update early.)
Well, it took longer than the two weeks of quarantine, and obviously at some point the accident became quite purposeful. Really the only part of this that is an accident is that the story was meant to be just a few scenes of h/c drawerfic, and I resisted it becoming more than that because I knew I’d need to do some real research if it turned into a real book... but I crammed in so many aspects that I liked that I ended up writing the darn thing.
The main characters were friends at an English boarding school, and after they are wounded in World War I they are reunited at an English country house that has been converted into a convalescent home for amputees. They sit in the library and talk about Robert Louis Stevenson (specifically, they make up The Further Adventures of Alan Breck Stewart and Davie Balfour), and then a year later Robert goes to visit David in a cottage by the sea in Cornwall and… there is cuddling. And PTSD. And sex. And more cuddling. Look, it’s been a hard year, I get to write as many cuddling scenes as I want.
So it’s going to go in a drawer after all for a year or two as I get “research World War I amputees” sorted. I’ve got E. R. Mayhew’s Wounded: A New History of the Western Front in World War I to begin with. 2022 me can decide whether the cuddling is excessive.
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As for November writing plans... um, I guess I’ll just hold off and see if there’s an insurrection on November 4?
So I don’t have a specific word count or drafting goal for this month, but I would like to get some writing done. My plan is to work on the m/m Sleeping Beauty I posted about the other day, although I have no idea how to end it and am waffling about whether the fairy folk ought to make another appearance at some point in the story, rather than laying a curse on a baby in 1844 Wisconsin and then fucking off forever. Possibly in connection with Russell finally receiving a true love’s kiss, 102 years after it would have done any good, but better late than never?
Although I’m not sure what would take a kiss over the top to a true love’s kiss if the first sex scene is not enough to do it, which it can’t be, because that’s the scene where CaelanColinAndrew tries to explain homosexuality and Russell is like “...is this why you guys don’t do friendship? Because I’ve noticed that men in 1964 do not share their feelings or touch each other and it’s SUPER weird,” and adding in fairyland at that moment would be Too Much.
(Side note! If anyone with access to JSTOR could get me a copy of E. Anthony Rotundo’s “Romantic Friendship: Male Intimacy and Middle-Class Youth in the Northern United States, 1800-1900,” I feel it would be useful for this book. ETA: A kindly angel has gotten me the article! Thank you, kindly angel!!!!!)
Maybe the true love comes in when Russell is crying because he’s sick of living in the friendship-less hellhole that is 1964 and CaelanColinAndrew kisses him and tells him, in all sincerity although possibly with his heart breaking, “I would send you back to your own time if I could.”
Well, it took longer than the two weeks of quarantine, and obviously at some point the accident became quite purposeful. Really the only part of this that is an accident is that the story was meant to be just a few scenes of h/c drawerfic, and I resisted it becoming more than that because I knew I’d need to do some real research if it turned into a real book... but I crammed in so many aspects that I liked that I ended up writing the darn thing.
The main characters were friends at an English boarding school, and after they are wounded in World War I they are reunited at an English country house that has been converted into a convalescent home for amputees. They sit in the library and talk about Robert Louis Stevenson (specifically, they make up The Further Adventures of Alan Breck Stewart and Davie Balfour), and then a year later Robert goes to visit David in a cottage by the sea in Cornwall and… there is cuddling. And PTSD. And sex. And more cuddling. Look, it’s been a hard year, I get to write as many cuddling scenes as I want.
So it’s going to go in a drawer after all for a year or two as I get “research World War I amputees” sorted. I’ve got E. R. Mayhew’s Wounded: A New History of the Western Front in World War I to begin with. 2022 me can decide whether the cuddling is excessive.
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As for November writing plans... um, I guess I’ll just hold off and see if there’s an insurrection on November 4?
So I don’t have a specific word count or drafting goal for this month, but I would like to get some writing done. My plan is to work on the m/m Sleeping Beauty I posted about the other day, although I have no idea how to end it and am waffling about whether the fairy folk ought to make another appearance at some point in the story, rather than laying a curse on a baby in 1844 Wisconsin and then fucking off forever. Possibly in connection with Russell finally receiving a true love’s kiss, 102 years after it would have done any good, but better late than never?
Although I’m not sure what would take a kiss over the top to a true love’s kiss if the first sex scene is not enough to do it, which it can’t be, because that’s the scene where CaelanColinAndrew tries to explain homosexuality and Russell is like “...is this why you guys don’t do friendship? Because I’ve noticed that men in 1964 do not share their feelings or touch each other and it’s SUPER weird,” and adding in fairyland at that moment would be Too Much.
(Side note! If anyone with access to JSTOR could get me a copy of E. Anthony Rotundo’s “Romantic Friendship: Male Intimacy and Middle-Class Youth in the Northern United States, 1800-1900,” I feel it would be useful for this book. ETA: A kindly angel has gotten me the article! Thank you, kindly angel!!!!!)
Maybe the true love comes in when Russell is crying because he’s sick of living in the friendship-less hellhole that is 1964 and CaelanColinAndrew kisses him and tells him, in all sincerity although possibly with his heart breaking, “I would send you back to your own time if I could.”
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Date: 2020-10-30 08:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-10-30 08:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-10-30 09:08 pm (UTC)//looks at AO3 history
//looks back at
(I swear "subpar amputee" fic could be a tag on Stucky fandom all by itself)
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Date: 2020-10-30 09:20 pm (UTC)Also as I recall Bucky Barnes in Reciprocity displays an adamantine opposition to discussing His Feelings about Amputation with Steve, so it's not like it's something the story digs into.
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Date: 2020-10-30 09:24 pm (UTC)Bucky Barnes in Reciprocity displays an adamantine opposition to discussing His Feelings about Amputation with Steve
YES he did (atho maybe he would have told a Funny Story about it happening to Steve. Those funny stories that made Steve kinda sick were hilarious).
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Date: 2020-10-31 01:26 am (UTC)(And that's actually true in this story I just finished, too. It's just that in historical fiction I can't straight up invent the details about the prosthetics they're using the way I could about Bucky's super powered metal death arm.)
You know, I don't think Bucky ever tells Steve a funny amputation story? He definitely makes jokes about the missing arm, but not the amputation itself. Maybe it was too traumatizing for him to turn into a funny story. Or maybe it's part of his more general reluctance, especially early on, to talk about his days with the Soviets.
...or maybe his arm got ripped off during the fall and even during his meanest moments Bucky realizes that Steve might actually break if Bucky makes jokes about falling off the train.
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Date: 2020-10-31 02:33 am (UTC)(Altho I DID just find out Bucky finally told Steve a funny orphanage story! And ....poor Steve was too messed up to appreciate it. Oh Steve. Also the director is totally Coulson.)
...or maybe his arm got ripped off during the fall and even during his meanest moments Bucky realizes that Steve might actually break if Bucky makes jokes about falling off the train.
OH MY GOD poor Steve. Reciprocity Steve is so fragile.
Also I wish I had not missed your ACLU donation period because I totally would have tried to commission a Nat fic.
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Date: 2020-10-31 02:44 am (UTC)Reciprocity Steve would DEEPLY RESENT being called fragile (not quite as deeply as Reciprocity Bucky would, but pretty close!) but it's so true though.
...Also depending on the nature of your Nat fic dreams, the ACLU donation period might still be open. The ACLU donation period may, in fact, be open forever, on account of... everything that the world is right now.
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Date: 2020-10-31 03:29 am (UTC)...Also depending on the nature of your Nat fic dreams, the ACLU donation period might still be open. The ACLU donation period may, in fact, be open forever, on account of... everything that the world is right now.
WOW REALLY I love your Nat fics and I love the ACLU! (I first donated when I was a teenager so I could say I was an actual card-carrying member of the ACLU, lol.) What would you like writing? I loved the Red Room stuff -- the ice skating, her and Bucky at the morgue, the one with Dottie, all those. The steakout one was great too.
....altho omfg, can't we just have a nice quiet election that gets decided by 9 PM PST on November 3 and then everyone takes a three-month nap.
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Date: 2020-11-01 08:28 pm (UTC)I will probably have to get back to you about Nat stories after the election because right now my brain is mush.
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Date: 2020-11-01 08:31 pm (UTC)OMG, no worries on the story front. They're saying "get ready for election week," Jesus.
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Date: 2020-11-03 02:44 am (UTC)Other Nat thoughts: I've always meant to write a Nat/Bucky/Steve fic. (I think it would start out BuckyNat and add Steve in. Bucky's like "Did you and Steve ever...?" and Nat's like "OH GOD NO he's so needy. Did YOU and Steve ever?" and Bucky's like "OH GOD NO he's such a Boy Scout, he would never.") Obvs this could fit a lot of Red Room memories - Nat thinking about how the Red Room has shaped her understanding of How to Human, Nat and Bucky reminiscing about the bad old days in Brainwashing Central, Nat musing to Steve that probably she felt so at home with SHIELD because it was just like the Red Room in that outwardly they had such high ideals and they were just trying to help people but inwardly it was all rotten...
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Date: 2020-11-20 01:48 am (UTC)Nat musing to Steve that probably she felt so at home with SHIELD because it was just like the Red Room in that outwardly they had such high ideals and they were just trying to help people but inwardly it was all rotten...
OH MAN. //heart crashes onto floor
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Date: 2020-11-20 03:09 am (UTC)Do you have my email? If you're going ahead with an ACLU-donation-for-fic, email might be a better place to discuss it at length.
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Date: 2020-11-26 01:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-10-31 01:46 pm (UTC)I have started a letter to you...
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Date: 2020-10-31 02:23 pm (UTC)I mean, obviously whenever you get around to it...
It was a very well-timed quarantine period! I definitely didn't manage to get much of anything done in lockdown back in April.