Just In Case Anyone Is Wondering How My Writing Is Going, Here Was Todays Intended Goals:

Just in case anyone is wondering how my writing is going, here was today’s intended goals:

Secret Baby - 5,000 words

Virgin Widow - finish

What actually happened was:

Start Secret Baby, remember something I wanted to add onto Happy Endings.  While doing that remember that Halloween fic I’ve been chipping away at and track that down because I didn’t put it in it’s own word file and forgot which one it’s in.  Find it in Warring Houses.  Remember something I wanted to add to that fic.  Remember to put Halloween fic in it’s own file and get distracted by that for a few hundred words.  Go back to Warring Houses.  Inexplicably start plotting Optimus philosophical/horror fic (with happy ending).  Get distracted making chocolate dipped strawberries.

Hopefully the sugar rush (because I can’t abuse caffeine anymore) will help.

Excerpt from today’s clusterfluff: Virgin Widow

Jazz moved onto the next piece in the pile that needed fixing.  On a ship it never ended.  He scooped more grease onto his cloth.

He hadn’t expected to ever bond.  Most bots would see him and run the other way.  It was just that…

Jazz wanted to throw the can across the room.  He wanted to take the wheel and twist it in his servos until it was warped and distorted.

He set everything gently back into place.

He’d known it wasn’t a love match.  He’d just thought that the other mech might have been in the same situation as Jazz. If neither of them had a choice, if they were both being forced into this, then they couldn’t really hate each other.  He’d thought that they could at least try to make each other happy. 

He had wanted to try.

Jazz vented slowly and lifted the next part on the list to be fixed.

He was the Captain. He had led his crew through pirate attacks, gravity wells, and foreign customs.  Sometimes, even in space, the only direction was forward.

You ever read something that just screams ”First Year, Second Semester English Major”?  It’s like, they’ve got the first bite of the cookie and they are SO EXCITED to tell everyone.  You want to tell them you are SO EXCITED because what they don’t know is that there is MORE cookie!

Even better - there are so many more cookie flavors!  AND YOU GET TO PICK YOUR FAVORITE!  

Death-of-the-author Biscotti!

Translation Sandwich Creams!

QueerLit Oatmeal Cookies!

Post-Modern Shortbreads!

Happy Endings is updated!  AU where Prowl and Jazz adopt baby Rung and Whirl.

Excerpt:

Prowl went through the steps of loading the cleaner, filling the reservoir with cleanser, and where to put them.

Prowl watched Whirl, focusing so carefully on not dropping or crushing the cubes, and made a decision.

He dropped one.

“Bolts!” he muttered, pretending to be annoyed as he lifted the now dented and cracked cube.  “Oh well, easily replaced.”  He tossed the cube into the trash and kept loading.  Later, as they were taking the clean cubes out, Whirl fumbled one as well and it crashed to the floor.

“Pit!” he said and bent down.  He lifted it, looked at the crack, and tossed it in the trash as well.  “You’ll need a new set before we get them all clean,” he said and Prowl smiled.

Mission accomplished.

2,600 words and counting...

Me: I know!  I’ll use this idea to fill a spot on the Bingo!  Great!  Quick little insta-lust with feelings and a funny joke.  1,500 words, done in an evening!

Brain: Complicated backstory.  Alternate Universe.

Me: 2,000 words and some cute confessions of attraction

Brain: Fun exciting chase scene in the middle.  Explosions.  Characters clashing.

Me: Insta-lust with awkward Prowl and two funny jokes.  Final offer.

Brain: Slow burn.  3 parts.  Character arc.

It’s been a long week.  I think it’s time I posted some updates!

How exactly do you find sensitivity readers for a fanfic?

“Hello, I need to know how well I’m portraying this trans African American character.  The story is about alien robots in love who find each other across time and space.”