Chronicallyonlinewriter - Ipso Facto, Shithead.

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💡How many WIPs do you currently have? I suppose, technically, four. I'm trying to finish ALaYF, while working on my Tommy fic, Stand on the Rock, on the side, and I've been dabbling around with a one-shot I never got very far with before (where Ellie actually meets Bill and Frank after she and Joel leave Boston), while slowly gathering things together and plotting for my upcoming modern AU. 💛 What is the most impactful lesson you’ve learned about writing?

I'd like to say that it's to write for yourself - which I still strive to do. I write the fics I would want to read. But it's still a bummer when you don't feel like you're really breaking into the fandom that way, because other people are apparently less interested in the types of fics you want to read, haha.

🎯 Do you have a writing milestone you’re working towards? Just finishing ALaYF, currently! I don't like to leave things unfinished. ❤️ 

i don't want to bother you because I know you said you were dealing with some things but I just wondered if you had an update on your Joelxoc story. 😘

I have a feeling this is someone from my discord.

I have about 12k words written for the next chapter. I thought about just posting it as-is, and upping the chapter count from 17 to 18, but I really wanted to fit all of my ideas into just one chapter so I'm trying to soldier through. Sorry, I wish I was quicker, but it's been a struggle with the ol' brain lately.

🔥 For the ask game only because I know you write sex scenes and I love them lol.

🔥 Have you included any sexy scenes in your fics? If yes, do you find them easy or difficult to write?

Hah. Yes, I do include some sexy scenes in my fics. I don't consider myself a 'smut writer,' but they are included because I write about relationships where sex is a component. It really depends on the scene, for me. In general, writing has been a struggle lately, but some sex scenes have been more difficult to write than others. I tend to write more emotionally-charged smut scenes than anything else (hard to avoid in my current series, since it deals with some heavy themes that directly relate back to how one of the main characters views sex) and sometimes I really push myself to get the tone ~just right, more than I probably need to.

This is actually a great preview of the next chapter of As Long as You Follow.

Also, good to know I'm not the only one who apparently looked up "sturdiest late '90s trucks that probably would still run 20+ years after the apocalypse" and was also greeted with Google being like "let me tell you about the Toyota Hilux" looool

TOYOTA HILUX TUESDAY

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @sixhours. Have a snip from the next chapter of As Long as You Follow (which should be updated in the next day or two, and if you noticed I just added to the final chapter count again, no you didn't).

Tagging: @march-flowerr @two-birds-alone-together @bumblepony @becomethesun and @hypnotisedfireflies.

I think this segment was entirely my brain just being excited about all of my modern AU plans tbh.

Her exhaustion finally claimed her; her body, previously a taut knot of tension, now yielding to the comforting warmth emanating from Joel. And it felt…nice, in its own way, when she closed her eyes; his shoulder so firm against her cheek, the steady rumble of the engine a rhythmic lullaby. It reminded her of the more heady moments of her youth, of going out on dates with boys that had pickup trucks that made her mother shake her head and tut fretfully, of those days where her worries amounted to nothing more than the wind whipping through her hair and the pursuit of enough joy to drown out the persistent ache that always seemed to exist in her breastbone.

She wondered if this is what it would have been like, if things were different. If fate had dealt them a different hand, if she was older, or he was younger – everything she’d whispered to him on the bloodsoaked floor in that apartment building, this grand fantasy where the world hadn’t ended so catastrophically, yet they managed to find each other anyway. She’d tried to imagine him in his youth so many times before, had held that photo of her husband and her brother-in-law, clean-shaven and beaming, in her hands and tried to imagine what it would have been like to meet that Joel, to date that Joel, to fall in love with that Joel.

Would he have swept her off her feet with reckless charm just like the boys that came before him, who drove her around in trucks just like this, one arm around her shoulders, hand a little too eager to wander? Somehow, she didn’t think so. The image that materialized of him even as a foolhardy boy remained so steadfastly the man she already knew: the same protective instincts, the same aura of safety that had drawn her to him in the first place, the same warmth that he reserved for her and Ellie and shared so sparingly with others.

“Wake me up when you need me to navigate,” she said, her voice punctuated with a yawn. And he muttered something under his breath that, just from the one or two syllables she caught, was filled with irritation, but she felt the fleeting pressure of his lips press against her hair anyway.

I really need to start keeping this in mind.

sometimes i need to remind myself that i'm writing fanfiction for free and i'm allowed to have a shitty sentence or two