Either I haven't started yet, or I have 3000 words (maybe 1/3 done). But I had a really nifty idea yesterday for something I might write instead of the thing with 3k words on it.
So, for the second question, I'm confident! I'll get there. Even if I write the whole thing March 1st.
I figure I might as well post an excerpt of the fic I do have words of. :)
“You did not just abandon your pet mouse,” Gen said. Just because mice were dirty disease-ridden beady-eyed vermin didn’t mean people got to go dumping them out of her car. Two minutes ago she thought Jared was just weird. Now he was a pet murderer, and he made her an accomplice.
And there he sat, looking not even a little bit bothered. “He’ll be fine,” he said. “I only picked him up a hundred feet or so from here, on my way out this morning.”
Gen spluttered for a while. Eventually, she squeaked, “It was a wild mouse?”
Jared eyebrows bunched into a scowl. “That’s not fair. Just because he doesn’t live in a cage and eat food pellets doesn’t mean he’s not civilized.”
This is fabulous, and you a horrid, horrid tease. I love that Gen is more bothered about Jared murdering vermin from her vehicle than the fact that it was in her car in the first place. And also Jared defending his mouse friend! I love it so much I am hurting inside.
I have one fic that is finished but in need of editing and ~eight in varying stages of completeness. I don't think I'll be able to finish them. There's a chance I could finish one, since it's already 3k+ (if I get RL stuff done first!).
Excerpt from Fic 1: Swimming with Jared was always borderline terrifying, with him rocketing her around and twining around her legs and generally being an overexcited puppy about the whole thing. It was one thing when they were by the beach and another when the ocean floor was miles below Gen's toes.
Jared started to look crestfallen.
“It's kinda cold,” Gen said quickly. “And it's harder to eat s'mores in the ocean. Did I mention that I brought stuff for s'mores? It's not as good without a fire, but I think you'll still like them.”
“It's great to see you again.” Jared smiled again, a little softer.
Excerpt from Fic 2: Misha's hands clenched into fists, seemingly against his will. He shook his wrists to no avail, and then put his hands in his lap. “I don't suppose you have straws
( ... )
I have 900 words but they belong to some other story. I know this because Ruby is only in the last three sentences. But I know where I'm going now so I can probably dump all but the last four sentences in the Scrivener trash (or on DW/AO3), summarize it in a couple sentences for my bang, and move on.
I will be done on time!
At a crossing of a dirt road and a gravel one not too far from where Jo is buried, within a couple minutes of midnight, Jess digs a hole and plants a box. Graveyard dirt, bones of a black kitten (Jess loves cats; if there were anything left of her heart with Jo in hell, adopting little Poppy from the shelter knowing full well Jess meant to kill her would have broken it), yarrow, a fake ID with Jess's picture. The ID that goes with the Beatrice Messina ID buried with Jo, as it happens; Beatrice's sister Helen, because 'Hero' would give the game away.
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So, for the second question, I'm confident! I'll get there. Even if I write the whole thing March 1st.
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“You did not just abandon your pet mouse,” Gen said. Just because mice were dirty disease-ridden beady-eyed vermin didn’t mean people got to go dumping them out of her car. Two minutes ago she thought Jared was just weird. Now he was a pet murderer, and he made her an accomplice.
And there he sat, looking not even a little bit bothered. “He’ll be fine,” he said. “I only picked him up a hundred feet or so from here, on my way out this morning.”
Gen spluttered for a while. Eventually, she squeaked, “It was a wild mouse?”
Jared eyebrows bunched into a scowl. “That’s not fair. Just because he doesn’t live in a cage and eat food pellets doesn’t mean he’s not civilized.”
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Excerpt from Fic 1: Swimming with Jared was always borderline terrifying, with him rocketing her around and twining around her legs and generally being an overexcited puppy about the whole thing. It was one thing when they were by the beach and another when the ocean floor was miles below Gen's toes.
Jared started to look crestfallen.
“It's kinda cold,” Gen said quickly. “And it's harder to eat s'mores in the ocean. Did I mention that I brought stuff for s'mores? It's not as good without a fire, but I think you'll still like them.”
“It's great to see you again.” Jared smiled again, a little softer.
Excerpt from Fic 2: Misha's hands clenched into fists, seemingly against his will. He shook his wrists to no avail, and then put his hands in his lap. “I don't suppose you have straws ( ... )
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But it's really nice to know there's a vote in its favor!
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I will be done on time!
At a crossing of a dirt road and a gravel one not too far from where Jo is buried, within a couple minutes of midnight, Jess digs a hole and plants a box. Graveyard dirt, bones of a black kitten (Jess loves cats; if there were anything left of her heart with Jo in hell, adopting little Poppy from the shelter knowing full well Jess meant to kill her would have broken it), yarrow, a fake ID with Jess's picture. The ID that goes with the Beatrice Messina ID buried with Jo, as it happens; Beatrice's sister Helen, because 'Hero' would give the game away.
It doesn't matter anymore.
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