I hate the new LJ formatting, I go back to the old one when I can.
I wanted to let you guys know that Unity (and associated works) are still happening. I hit a bad, bad creative wall that was related to lore I don't even intend to use (ie, the Horde-Alliance stupidity in WoW) and it discouraged me for a long time, but I *am* working on it again. For right now, I'm skipping the sidestory I intended to write because I want to follow through on my outlines (that's new too, I don't usually outline as much as I have, but I had a creative spike two weeks ago and it felt good). I can't guarantee when this will actually be completed, but it feels good to me that it's happening.
I just took a look at AO3 for the first time since I made my account and... I'm sorry, "wuzzles" lost me, and I'm awful at rating my own work... for those who are more familiar with this new madness, if you have advice for Unity, or the other works I intend to put on there (my current plan is: Half A Week Before The Winter, Doomhammer, Assassin, Unity, future-Unity, and some other stuff I haven't talked about yet, and possibly some others), based on AO3's (specific) warning and tagging system, please drop that into the comments.
Meanwhile, you get a snippet. Note that this is from the *unbetaed* version, and possibly revealing that I'm the queen of embarrassing run-on sentences when sodzilla isn't wrangling them as fast as her stubby little zombie-hamster legs can go. Cheers!
Durotar was different. Durotar was dry and dusty, but it was framed by an ocean on one side, and a river on the other. The blessings of the spirits and the keen intelligence of the goblin engineers had found underground water sources and wells were dug. Murmured advice from the tauren had given them mills to grind away at grain, turning it into flour and pastes. The hands of the trolls had built irrigation systems for their farms, and of course, the native pig population -- crucially separate from the native Quillboar population -- had been tamed and herded. Instead of fighting each other, they fought stubborn boars and persistent weeds. Instead of being driven to conquer their neighbours, they conquered their fear of sailing to bring in fish and seafood, and if, sometimes, they had to fight Makrura and Murlocs for their coast, well then, so be it. It all came down to this.
I just took a look at AO3 for the first time since I made my account and... I'm sorry, "wuzzles" lost me, and I'm awful at rating my own work... for those who are more familiar with this new madness, if you have advice for Unity, or the other works I intend to put on there (my current plan is: Half A Week Before The Winter, Doomhammer, Assassin, Unity, future-Unity, and some other stuff I haven't talked about yet, and possibly some others), based on AO3's (specific) warning and tagging system, please drop that into the comments.
Meanwhile, you get a snippet. Note that this is from the *unbetaed* version, and possibly revealing that I'm the queen of embarrassing run-on sentences when sodzilla isn't wrangling them as fast as her stubby little zombie-hamster legs can go. Cheers!
Durotar was different. Durotar was dry and dusty, but it was framed by an ocean on one side, and a river on the other. The blessings of the spirits and the keen intelligence of the goblin engineers had found underground water sources and wells were dug. Murmured advice from the tauren had given them mills to grind away at grain, turning it into flour and pastes. The hands of the trolls had built irrigation systems for their farms, and of course, the native pig population -- crucially separate from the native Quillboar population -- had been tamed and herded. Instead of fighting each other, they fought stubborn boars and persistent weeds. Instead of being driven to conquer their neighbours, they conquered their fear of sailing to bring in fish and seafood, and if, sometimes, they had to fight Makrura and Murlocs for their coast, well then, so be it. It all came down to this.