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Oh my god. I can't believe I made it through this week. I've worked the last four days, including Thanksgiving (with no holiday pay, because my company is run by the biggest corporate assholes imaginable), and consumed my own weight in food and wine yesterday. I don't believe I've gotten more than five hours of sleep a night since... last weekend? Ye gods. I'm ready to collapse.
As such, nearly all writing projects have been on pause. I think the next chapter of IMR is in the bag, just awaiting beta approval to one tricky, bothersome section. I've been getting emails from the editor of the magazine I've been writing for, asking me if I've gotten any further on the article I pitched to her, oh, a week and a half ago. (Answer: not even a little.)
BUT. I decided to start trying to be a published author of M/M romance. I'm trying to write something for some superhero themed anthology. My roommate and I (with additional help from gollumgollum, who's become my filthy/awesome enabler) came up with the lead characters:
THE RAT (aka Pawel) is a native to one of Chicago's Polish west-side neighborhoods. As a teenager, he was a punk-ass mofo, with a spiked mohwak and big eff-you boots and all kinds of hideous tattoos. He was paralyzed from the waist down in a gang shooting after going to a show, however. His uncle, a mad inventor who defected from the Eastern Bloc in 1986, created a robotic spinal implant to help his nephew regain the use of his legs. EVEN BETTER, the spinal implant comes with a detachable, flexible tail that can be used as both a weapon and an implement to help with balance. His uncle also created some lightweight body-armor, gloves with retractable claws, and a nifty helmet/mask.
STEEL is a newcomer to Chicago, who's only appeared on the scene in the last few weeks. The press gave him his nickname because of the shiny metallic mask he wears, and because bullets, knives, and beatings seem to have no lasting effect on him. During the day, Steel is a male model named Brad, who accidentally took a super-serum during a party several years ago, thinking it was heroin. Since gaining his powers (good reflexes, even better healing ability), Brad has sworn off drugs, partying, and ignorance: he's reading Sartre now (in the original French, thank you), holds a black belt in several martial arts, and is trying to track down whoever made the serum that gave him his powers. He really, really hates the nickname Steel.
TL,DR: PUNK BOY WITH TAIL TEAMS UP WITH MALE MODEL WITH EXISTENTIAL CRISIS: PARKOUR AND SEX HAPPENS.
Also, I might be writing an Inception AU that involves Christmas and bookstores. What is a social life, I don't know.
ETA: So, those of you who know me know I have weird feelings about marriage, and the whirlwind that is the fight for gay marriage. All those feelings are for another post, however, because I also have a lot of feelings about people falling in love and celebrating it. This is a squee-worthy video made by GetUp! Australia.
As such, nearly all writing projects have been on pause. I think the next chapter of IMR is in the bag, just awaiting beta approval to one tricky, bothersome section. I've been getting emails from the editor of the magazine I've been writing for, asking me if I've gotten any further on the article I pitched to her, oh, a week and a half ago. (Answer: not even a little.)
BUT. I decided to start trying to be a published author of M/M romance. I'm trying to write something for some superhero themed anthology. My roommate and I (with additional help from gollumgollum, who's become my filthy/awesome enabler) came up with the lead characters:
THE RAT (aka Pawel) is a native to one of Chicago's Polish west-side neighborhoods. As a teenager, he was a punk-ass mofo, with a spiked mohwak and big eff-you boots and all kinds of hideous tattoos. He was paralyzed from the waist down in a gang shooting after going to a show, however. His uncle, a mad inventor who defected from the Eastern Bloc in 1986, created a robotic spinal implant to help his nephew regain the use of his legs. EVEN BETTER, the spinal implant comes with a detachable, flexible tail that can be used as both a weapon and an implement to help with balance. His uncle also created some lightweight body-armor, gloves with retractable claws, and a nifty helmet/mask.
STEEL is a newcomer to Chicago, who's only appeared on the scene in the last few weeks. The press gave him his nickname because of the shiny metallic mask he wears, and because bullets, knives, and beatings seem to have no lasting effect on him. During the day, Steel is a male model named Brad, who accidentally took a super-serum during a party several years ago, thinking it was heroin. Since gaining his powers (good reflexes, even better healing ability), Brad has sworn off drugs, partying, and ignorance: he's reading Sartre now (in the original French, thank you), holds a black belt in several martial arts, and is trying to track down whoever made the serum that gave him his powers. He really, really hates the nickname Steel.
TL,DR: PUNK BOY WITH TAIL TEAMS UP WITH MALE MODEL WITH EXISTENTIAL CRISIS: PARKOUR AND SEX HAPPENS.
Also, I might be writing an Inception AU that involves Christmas and bookstores. What is a social life, I don't know.
ETA: So, those of you who know me know I have weird feelings about marriage, and the whirlwind that is the fight for gay marriage. All those feelings are for another post, however, because I also have a lot of feelings about people falling in love and celebrating it. This is a squee-worthy video made by GetUp! Australia.