More Personal NaNo
Yesterday I had the misfortune of looking through the sherlockkink memes where more than one caught my eye. I wanted to write for one so terribly, that my only writing for the day turned out to be Without Words, a piece for Holmes and Watson.
Despite that, I do feel that I've gotten a good start on stories I'd like to work into fanfics or publishable fics. I still have four weeks left (as I'm doing a 39-day personal NaNo rather than a 30-day), and still tons of ideas I sketched out I haven't explored yet. The real writing comes with the re-writing and editing, which I will do once the month is over.
I published " Most Exasperating" which was my first day's work, another short work titled " Pearls" from Raffles's point of view, and finally finished part two of " Manner of Devil" (part three will be my next goal), word counts of which I counted toward my goal.
Here's some idea of what you can look forward to:
One would think even a fool could see Raffles pulling the strings on such a transparent manoeuvre, but you had not heard the sincerity in his voice as I had, or the gentle friendly squeeze of his hand over mine as he said it. So perhaps I will be forgiven when I say that I believed Raffles had truly no wayward plans for a turn of more honest endeavours.
We did stroll through the park, my arm linked in his as we casually passed the autumn trees, the beginnings of their tinted glory inspiring Raffles to wax poetic about the sights, smells and sounds of the end of season. He loved the hustle and bustle of the city surrounding us, but even more he loved the little oasis of calm retreats nestled in the heart of such chaos.
Or for a bit of fun:
Raffles came up behind me and scooped me up into his arms. "Of course, my dear. Only the best for my newlywed bride!" At that, he kissed me full on the lips, right there in front of the bell hop and an open door for all the world to see, as if I were a woman. What little air I had managed to take in soon departed, and when he released me, I nearly swooned.
Or for the more smutty of minds:
In a most unexpected move, Raffles pushed himself down again, and I felt his mouth in a place I had never before felt it. "Raffles! What are--?" the last came out with what can only be termed as a squeak, for I distinctly felt his tongue press against me in the most lewd manner.
Raffles laughed that half-cynical laugh of his as a finger lazily trailed along the same path his tongue had gone not a moment before.
And before I could form any coherent thoughts at all, his hands parted my ass, and the tip of his tongue was on me again. I called out an oath I daren't repeat.
And those were chosen completely at random!
( Check out how I'm doing on my word count goals so far. )
Despite that, I do feel that I've gotten a good start on stories I'd like to work into fanfics or publishable fics. I still have four weeks left (as I'm doing a 39-day personal NaNo rather than a 30-day), and still tons of ideas I sketched out I haven't explored yet. The real writing comes with the re-writing and editing, which I will do once the month is over.
I published " Most Exasperating" which was my first day's work, another short work titled " Pearls" from Raffles's point of view, and finally finished part two of " Manner of Devil" (part three will be my next goal), word counts of which I counted toward my goal.
Here's some idea of what you can look forward to:
One would think even a fool could see Raffles pulling the strings on such a transparent manoeuvre, but you had not heard the sincerity in his voice as I had, or the gentle friendly squeeze of his hand over mine as he said it. So perhaps I will be forgiven when I say that I believed Raffles had truly no wayward plans for a turn of more honest endeavours.
We did stroll through the park, my arm linked in his as we casually passed the autumn trees, the beginnings of their tinted glory inspiring Raffles to wax poetic about the sights, smells and sounds of the end of season. He loved the hustle and bustle of the city surrounding us, but even more he loved the little oasis of calm retreats nestled in the heart of such chaos.
Or for a bit of fun:
Raffles came up behind me and scooped me up into his arms. "Of course, my dear. Only the best for my newlywed bride!" At that, he kissed me full on the lips, right there in front of the bell hop and an open door for all the world to see, as if I were a woman. What little air I had managed to take in soon departed, and when he released me, I nearly swooned.
Or for the more smutty of minds:
In a most unexpected move, Raffles pushed himself down again, and I felt his mouth in a place I had never before felt it. "Raffles! What are--?" the last came out with what can only be termed as a squeak, for I distinctly felt his tongue press against me in the most lewd manner.
Raffles laughed that half-cynical laugh of his as a finger lazily trailed along the same path his tongue had gone not a moment before.
And before I could form any coherent thoughts at all, his hands parted my ass, and the tip of his tongue was on me again. I called out an oath I daren't repeat.
And those were chosen completely at random!
( Check out how I'm doing on my word count goals so far. )