NaNoWrimo, Day 5
I did say I would report back, didn't I? I think I even had some adorable notion of posting every day in November, but then I had a busy weekend and then such a Monday and then Election Day (let's just... not talk about it) and, whoosh, we're on the fifth day of Nano! Nearly the sixth, it's taken me so long to get around to posting!
As of the end of day five I've got 8,389 words written, which puts me exactly 55 words ahead of Nano-winning pace and brings the current total word count of the hookerfic to 58,918. Basically every day since the first has been an exercise in doggedly forcing myself to write enough to get to the target word count, which I guess is less than ideal in terms of the joy of writing, but on the other hand it's working and I'm getting writing done and moving this story along, so. So far so good?
(Tonight's writing was mostly done at a general-purpose Nanowrimo write-in at my local coffee shop; I listened to 1989 about four times in a row and eventually did notice that I was sitting in a public place, closely surrounded by other people, frowning thoughtfully as I studied my fingers in between writing bits of a fisting scene. AN EXCELLENT AND PRODUCTIVE EVENING. PS HAVE YOU NOTICED THAT KNUCKLES ARE HUGE AND NOT VERY COMPRESSIBLE.)
My level of optimism that I'm actually going to finish this story in 50,000 words is... guarded. At best. Given that I've been on the same sex scene for like three days now. (It's a super deeply THEMATICALLY IMPORTANT sex scene, though. As ever.)
Anyway, in the spirit of not letting Tumblr have quite all the fun, here's a bit of the story that I shared over there today:
"So I don't know what exactly you were thinking," Stiles said, bending his head cautiously toward Derek's. His heart was beating faster now, anticipating something new, something weird, something he might be totally awful at but wanted to try anyway; he had a flash of memory of trying out skateboard tricks with Scott, eyeing the stair railings at the park and daring each other.
"Maybe you should, um...."
"Like this." Derek reached up and settled his hand on Stiles's cheek, tilting his head gently and holding him just where Derek wanted him. Derek pushed up slightly into the kiss, and Stiles's breath caught at the first contact of lips on lips even though it was just that, their closed mouths brushing lightly over each other.
"Oh," Stiles said, trying not to sound giddy and breathless and like he desperately wanted to do that again. "Okay, we can...."
He tried it again and again, dragging his lips across Derek's without pushing, enjoying the faint friction of skin on skin. Derek's lips were very soft; his own felt a little chapped. Derek's hand stayed on his face, just the right amount of warmth against his cheek, not pushing him anywhere.
It didn't take long before Stiles was shifting restlessly on Derek's thighs, his hands dropping to grip Derek's shoulders. Derek's hand stayed gentle on his cheek, but Stiles pushed harder into Derek's undemanding kisses until Derek tilted his head back to laugh.
"Come on," Stiles said, and was surprised to find he was breathless, heart beating fast, halfway hard already when he hadn't even gotten tongue. "I'm going to refuse to take your money if this is all you wanted."
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As of the end of day five I've got 8,389 words written, which puts me exactly 55 words ahead of Nano-winning pace and brings the current total word count of the hookerfic to 58,918. Basically every day since the first has been an exercise in doggedly forcing myself to write enough to get to the target word count, which I guess is less than ideal in terms of the joy of writing, but on the other hand it's working and I'm getting writing done and moving this story along, so. So far so good?
(Tonight's writing was mostly done at a general-purpose Nanowrimo write-in at my local coffee shop; I listened to 1989 about four times in a row and eventually did notice that I was sitting in a public place, closely surrounded by other people, frowning thoughtfully as I studied my fingers in between writing bits of a fisting scene. AN EXCELLENT AND PRODUCTIVE EVENING. PS HAVE YOU NOTICED THAT KNUCKLES ARE HUGE AND NOT VERY COMPRESSIBLE.)
My level of optimism that I'm actually going to finish this story in 50,000 words is... guarded. At best. Given that I've been on the same sex scene for like three days now. (It's a super deeply THEMATICALLY IMPORTANT sex scene, though. As ever.)
Anyway, in the spirit of not letting Tumblr have quite all the fun, here's a bit of the story that I shared over there today:
"So I don't know what exactly you were thinking," Stiles said, bending his head cautiously toward Derek's. His heart was beating faster now, anticipating something new, something weird, something he might be totally awful at but wanted to try anyway; he had a flash of memory of trying out skateboard tricks with Scott, eyeing the stair railings at the park and daring each other.
"Maybe you should, um...."
"Like this." Derek reached up and settled his hand on Stiles's cheek, tilting his head gently and holding him just where Derek wanted him. Derek pushed up slightly into the kiss, and Stiles's breath caught at the first contact of lips on lips even though it was just that, their closed mouths brushing lightly over each other.
"Oh," Stiles said, trying not to sound giddy and breathless and like he desperately wanted to do that again. "Okay, we can...."
He tried it again and again, dragging his lips across Derek's without pushing, enjoying the faint friction of skin on skin. Derek's lips were very soft; his own felt a little chapped. Derek's hand stayed on his face, just the right amount of warmth against his cheek, not pushing him anywhere.
It didn't take long before Stiles was shifting restlessly on Derek's thighs, his hands dropping to grip Derek's shoulders. Derek's hand stayed gentle on his cheek, but Stiles pushed harder into Derek's undemanding kisses until Derek tilted his head back to laugh.
"Come on," Stiles said, and was surprised to find he was breathless, heart beating fast, halfway hard already when he hadn't even gotten tongue. "I'm going to refuse to take your money if this is all you wanted."
This entry was originally posted at http://dira.dreamwidth.org/699086.html. There are currently
comments there.