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I've finally figured out how to write the sex scene in the Original Omegaverse. I'm not sure why it was giving me such trouble - hindsight being 20/20, the problem and solution seem so obvious. (I was making the characters go too slow, which is ridiculous since they're both young men with healthy libidoes and one is going into heat and come on, getting them naked should not be that hard.)
The only trick is that while I know what's going to happen, it's not really written out as such - I've written a sort of outline in which I say, "This happens and then this happens and then this happens, oh and here's some dialogue while it's in my head, and then this other thing happens, and something should happen here but I don't know what, and moving on." I've got over 2,000 words of that. That's the longest outline I've ever written for anything, I think. It makes me wonder how long it'll actually be when it's written out and neatened up. But it'll take the story nearly to the end, and then I can breathe a sigh of relief and figure out what comes next.
(Well, I know what comes next - it sits for a few days and percolates, and then I'll read it again and probably revise huge chunks of it and put the whole thing together in one massive file and start trolling for beta readers. My current goal is to be able to send it out on my birthday, like a particularly twisted hobbit. It's my Birthday! Here, have some gay omegaverse porn! That gives me a little over two weeks to write one scene and edit the whole thing, and that last week of it, Andrew's in kindergarten all day. I think this is doable.)
I'm sorry I've been quiet here. It's been a ridiculously busy month, between the last-minute prep for Gridlock, and then trying desperately to get this story written in the snatches of time I've got. And writing the story has taken priority over just about everything else I need to do on the computer, so there's actually very little I've done that isn't writing the story, or researching for it, or something. Doesn't help that I kept sleeping in every morning, too - Charlie slept through the night last night and the night before, but that's the first times in weeks, and bedtimes have been a bit rough because he hasn't wanted to settle. (The rule about sleeping babies - we do not talk about sleeping babies. Except I break that rule all the time and then regret it.)
It seems to have settled in the last few days - I was even able to go into the getyourwordsout chatroom Monday morning for a word war - which was both useful and completely pointless, because I wrote 900 words of non-porn, but realized when I finished what the hell was wrong and that the 900 words was going to be utterly useless. Waste of a war, but it did snap me out of the downward, clothed spiral. (I couldn't get the boys naked. I told someone in the war it would take me another 5K just to get their shoes off.)
And I got to go into the AntiDiogenes Club chat for the last couple of nights, which was also lovely. And today we're meeting the social worker for another post-placement visit for Charlie, except instead of doing it here at home, we are going to meet at my favorite local coffeeshop, so I get to have bagel and lox for an early lunch. Yum yum.
And then Charlie and I will go find the rest of Andrew's school supplies, because Target is annnoying and didn't have half the stuff he needed. It's not like he needs crazy stuff, either - he needs plain old boring classic color crayons, and Target didn't have them. According to one of their employees, doesn't even stock them. WTF, Target? He also needs a pair of blunt-nosed scissors, and Target didn't have those, either - just the pointy kind. Andrew desperately wanted a new backpack - but they were all around $35 apiece, which to me is ridiculous, I'm not spending $35 on a backpack when he already has a perfectly good one at home.
He also needs primary pencils, the fat kind, but I'd already been clued in by another parent that those just don't exist in stores - so I ordered them from Amazon. Now I'm wishing I'd just ordered the rest of the list, too, and been done with it. Yesterday was a very frustrating trip to Target, and normally I like shopping at Target. But between not finding what we needed, and Charlie crying most of the time, and Andrew bouncing around wanting super expensive backpacks (at one point, he wanted one that was over $50 - HELL NO)... yeah. I was not feeling Target love.
On the plus side, they had Orajel. Which seems to work on Charlie longer than teething tablets - it gave me a happy smiling baby for about an hour, so I'll take it.
Now if only the school calls me back today about getting Andrew on the big kid bus, instead of me having to call them to ask why they haven't called me yet. (They've had a week. I'm calling them this afternoon if they don't call me first. This is not rocket science, the bus is already stopping for half a dozen other kids at this stop, they just need to add Andrew to the list, but of course since it involves his IEP, it's all beaurocratic red tape nonsense. *sigh*)
The only trick is that while I know what's going to happen, it's not really written out as such - I've written a sort of outline in which I say, "This happens and then this happens and then this happens, oh and here's some dialogue while it's in my head, and then this other thing happens, and something should happen here but I don't know what, and moving on." I've got over 2,000 words of that. That's the longest outline I've ever written for anything, I think. It makes me wonder how long it'll actually be when it's written out and neatened up. But it'll take the story nearly to the end, and then I can breathe a sigh of relief and figure out what comes next.
(Well, I know what comes next - it sits for a few days and percolates, and then I'll read it again and probably revise huge chunks of it and put the whole thing together in one massive file and start trolling for beta readers. My current goal is to be able to send it out on my birthday, like a particularly twisted hobbit. It's my Birthday! Here, have some gay omegaverse porn! That gives me a little over two weeks to write one scene and edit the whole thing, and that last week of it, Andrew's in kindergarten all day. I think this is doable.)
I'm sorry I've been quiet here. It's been a ridiculously busy month, between the last-minute prep for Gridlock, and then trying desperately to get this story written in the snatches of time I've got. And writing the story has taken priority over just about everything else I need to do on the computer, so there's actually very little I've done that isn't writing the story, or researching for it, or something. Doesn't help that I kept sleeping in every morning, too - Charlie slept through the night last night and the night before, but that's the first times in weeks, and bedtimes have been a bit rough because he hasn't wanted to settle. (The rule about sleeping babies - we do not talk about sleeping babies. Except I break that rule all the time and then regret it.)
It seems to have settled in the last few days - I was even able to go into the getyourwordsout chatroom Monday morning for a word war - which was both useful and completely pointless, because I wrote 900 words of non-porn, but realized when I finished what the hell was wrong and that the 900 words was going to be utterly useless. Waste of a war, but it did snap me out of the downward, clothed spiral. (I couldn't get the boys naked. I told someone in the war it would take me another 5K just to get their shoes off.)
And I got to go into the AntiDiogenes Club chat for the last couple of nights, which was also lovely. And today we're meeting the social worker for another post-placement visit for Charlie, except instead of doing it here at home, we are going to meet at my favorite local coffeeshop, so I get to have bagel and lox for an early lunch. Yum yum.
And then Charlie and I will go find the rest of Andrew's school supplies, because Target is annnoying and didn't have half the stuff he needed. It's not like he needs crazy stuff, either - he needs plain old boring classic color crayons, and Target didn't have them. According to one of their employees, doesn't even stock them. WTF, Target? He also needs a pair of blunt-nosed scissors, and Target didn't have those, either - just the pointy kind. Andrew desperately wanted a new backpack - but they were all around $35 apiece, which to me is ridiculous, I'm not spending $35 on a backpack when he already has a perfectly good one at home.
He also needs primary pencils, the fat kind, but I'd already been clued in by another parent that those just don't exist in stores - so I ordered them from Amazon. Now I'm wishing I'd just ordered the rest of the list, too, and been done with it. Yesterday was a very frustrating trip to Target, and normally I like shopping at Target. But between not finding what we needed, and Charlie crying most of the time, and Andrew bouncing around wanting super expensive backpacks (at one point, he wanted one that was over $50 - HELL NO)... yeah. I was not feeling Target love.
On the plus side, they had Orajel. Which seems to work on Charlie longer than teething tablets - it gave me a happy smiling baby for about an hour, so I'll take it.
Now if only the school calls me back today about getting Andrew on the big kid bus, instead of me having to call them to ask why they haven't called me yet. (They've had a week. I'm calling them this afternoon if they don't call me first. This is not rocket science, the bus is already stopping for half a dozen other kids at this stop, they just need to add Andrew to the list, but of course since it involves his IEP, it's all beaurocratic red tape nonsense. *sigh*)