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I've been having issues with internet connectivity again, which are clearly and entirely the fault of my upstairs neighbors -- their router/modem/whatever apparently went kerflooey yesterday. I have a temporary connection via an unsecured network I've never seen before, which may or may not be theirs by a different name since it appears with the strongest signal as theirs used to. I think they are still in California on vacation and this may be the result of their dogs messing stuff up and their housesitters making fumbling attempts to repair the damage. I suppose I will find out for sure over the next few days.
I've been writing to fill some of the downtime, kind of poking at whatever catches my attention. This means the Jade/Dave/Terezi cross-dressing porn is now at 9,200 words -- we are moving through negotiation toward actual sex, yay? (...I should really think of a title for that fic one of these days. It cannot remain "untitled Jade/Dave/Terezi cross-dressing porn" forever. *headdesk*)
I also wrote several hundred new words of "Harvest" and properly integrated a 15-minute snippet (the one where Ekanu tells Laefa about Vinaeo) into the main body of the story. It feels a little weird to be working on original fiction after such a long time writing almost entirely fanfic, but it's a good weird. I have missed Ekanu and Denifar and the ability to set ALL the rules of whatever secondary world I am currently inhabiting. Anyway, "Harvest" is now at 14,100 words and is definitely in the final third of the plot and character arcs -- basically I need to write Ekanu and Denifar having a screaming argument on the vision islet, making up, agreeing they work better as friends, the return to the Ileara chapterhouse, and then the farewell dinner before Ekanu heads off to Vinaeo (taking one of her students with her).
"Harvest" is kind of an odd story for me, because it is explicitly built around a romance -- Ekanu's and Denifar's joint emotional arc is one of the three overarching story threads -- but it's not a successful romance. They fail hard and it nearly destroys their friendship at a couple points. They love each other, they may even be in love with each other, but the things they want out of a romantic/sexual relationship and out of their lives in general don't readily mesh and they don't manage to work out a compromise.
And yet, "Harvest" is not an unhappy story overall. Ekanu and Denifar do rescue their friendship, Ekanu successfully completes the job she was hired to do in Ileara, and she makes some important steps toward adulthood and finding a way to balance her birth culture against her chosen life path. Not every romance needs a happy ending, after all, and saving a friendship seems pretty damn important to me.
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In other news, summer is here with a vengeance -- I don't think we've quite hit 90F on the Commons yet, but the upper 80s are bad enough. I am so glad I bought an air conditioner last year. SO GLAD. And this afternoon we had a lovely storm sweep through around 5pm. The thunder and lightning skirted Ithaca to the north, but we got a thorough soaking of rain and lashing of wind, which is all to the good.
Also I saw the Cascadilla Creek ducks on my way into town -- a mama duck and three half-grown ducklings resting on the little foot of the concrete wall that channels the stream through the center of town. I am sad I didn't get to see this year's ducklings when they were still tiny balls of fluff, but it's good to know they are carrying on the tradition and growing well. :-)
I've been writing to fill some of the downtime, kind of poking at whatever catches my attention. This means the Jade/Dave/Terezi cross-dressing porn is now at 9,200 words -- we are moving through negotiation toward actual sex, yay? (...I should really think of a title for that fic one of these days. It cannot remain "untitled Jade/Dave/Terezi cross-dressing porn" forever. *headdesk*)
I also wrote several hundred new words of "Harvest" and properly integrated a 15-minute snippet (the one where Ekanu tells Laefa about Vinaeo) into the main body of the story. It feels a little weird to be working on original fiction after such a long time writing almost entirely fanfic, but it's a good weird. I have missed Ekanu and Denifar and the ability to set ALL the rules of whatever secondary world I am currently inhabiting. Anyway, "Harvest" is now at 14,100 words and is definitely in the final third of the plot and character arcs -- basically I need to write Ekanu and Denifar having a screaming argument on the vision islet, making up, agreeing they work better as friends, the return to the Ileara chapterhouse, and then the farewell dinner before Ekanu heads off to Vinaeo (taking one of her students with her).
"Harvest" is kind of an odd story for me, because it is explicitly built around a romance -- Ekanu's and Denifar's joint emotional arc is one of the three overarching story threads -- but it's not a successful romance. They fail hard and it nearly destroys their friendship at a couple points. They love each other, they may even be in love with each other, but the things they want out of a romantic/sexual relationship and out of their lives in general don't readily mesh and they don't manage to work out a compromise.
And yet, "Harvest" is not an unhappy story overall. Ekanu and Denifar do rescue their friendship, Ekanu successfully completes the job she was hired to do in Ileara, and she makes some important steps toward adulthood and finding a way to balance her birth culture against her chosen life path. Not every romance needs a happy ending, after all, and saving a friendship seems pretty damn important to me.
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In other news, summer is here with a vengeance -- I don't think we've quite hit 90F on the Commons yet, but the upper 80s are bad enough. I am so glad I bought an air conditioner last year. SO GLAD. And this afternoon we had a lovely storm sweep through around 5pm. The thunder and lightning skirted Ithaca to the north, but we got a thorough soaking of rain and lashing of wind, which is all to the good.
Also I saw the Cascadilla Creek ducks on my way into town -- a mama duck and three half-grown ducklings resting on the little foot of the concrete wall that channels the stream through the center of town. I am sad I didn't get to see this year's ducklings when they were still tiny balls of fluff, but it's good to know they are carrying on the tradition and growing well. :-)
