The Song That Never Ends
Aug. 16th, 2011 09:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
orchidcactusSo... in editing If Wishes Were, I've decided I need to change a location because obviously the plot will benefit. Of course, this expands the story somewhat.
It's supposed to be a reasonably simple fill. The majority of fills on the kmeme are under 3k words. I'm pushing 5k+ now, without the plot expansion. No one will complain about the extra plot (kmeme is long on kink, short on plot), but it takes time... which I know will make the original poster (OP) sad.
Another problem... I decided that because it is the kmeme, the innuendo had to go, the rating had to be bumped from M (mature) to E (explicit). (Notice I'm saying 'had to'. Riiiight.)
In chucking the innuendo, I'm writing (my first ever, eep) full-on, explicit slash scene. (Yes, I will let everyone know how it's received. Nervous already.) Unfortunately, It's the scene that never-flipping-ends and is beginning to feel like a perverted sort of Groundhog Day.
And it's not becuase the sex is that specatularly, brain-goo-ifyingly awesome. No, it's the writing process that's never going to end. Yes, I'm being especially fussy, but that's not the delay.
Every time I start on the damn thing, I get interrupted. (I'm going to coin this writer interruptus.) I try to work on it when the house is quite, and Miss M is nowhere around. Nothing kills thewriting mood like having your teen walking by glancing at the screen. (No, she can't actually read what I'm writing... give me some credit... but it's the idea.)
So, early morning... first it's the dogs, then it's the text, then the email, then the phone (Hubby still calls me, tyvm), then the horse panels, then Miss M is up and about. Right now, she's working on her laptop, but the child is physically incapable of silence. I'm hearing a running commentary on 'Stick Wars' or whatever game she's playing, interspersed with 'Hey, Mom!'.
Yeah. I so want to write the smuts hearing, "Hey, Mom!" Mm. Sexy-times indeed.
It's supposed to be a reasonably simple fill. The majority of fills on the kmeme are under 3k words. I'm pushing 5k+ now, without the plot expansion. No one will complain about the extra plot (kmeme is long on kink, short on plot), but it takes time... which I know will make the original poster (OP) sad.
Another problem... I decided that because it is the kmeme, the innuendo had to go, the rating had to be bumped from M (mature) to E (explicit). (Notice I'm saying 'had to'. Riiiight.)
In chucking the innuendo, I'm writing (my first ever, eep) full-on, explicit slash scene. (Yes, I will let everyone know how it's received. Nervous already.) Unfortunately, It's the scene that never-flipping-ends and is beginning to feel like a perverted sort of Groundhog Day.
And it's not becuase the sex is that specatularly, brain-goo-ifyingly awesome. No, it's the writing process that's never going to end. Yes, I'm being especially fussy, but that's not the delay.
Every time I start on the damn thing, I get interrupted. (I'm going to coin this writer interruptus.) I try to work on it when the house is quite, and Miss M is nowhere around. Nothing kills the
So, early morning... first it's the dogs, then it's the text, then the email, then the phone (Hubby still calls me, tyvm), then the horse panels, then Miss M is up and about. Right now, she's working on her laptop, but the child is physically incapable of silence. I'm hearing a running commentary on 'Stick Wars' or whatever game she's playing, interspersed with 'Hey, Mom!'.
Yeah. I so want to write the smuts hearing, "Hey, Mom!" Mm. Sexy-times indeed.
