Six(ish) Sentence Sunday

Progress, perhaps.  Though as I wrote in that rules for writing meme, I feel like I keep writing more but don’t get closer to the end…I’m just asymptotiing out, and “to infinity and beyond” has somehow become the chapter length.  But anyway… CLEAVING.

They sat there a moment in the bank of cheerfully colored plastic chairs bordering the hospital hallway, Nathan slowly recovering on Zach’s lap.  They would need to leave soon.  Get on with their evening, distract themselves from the fact that their lives might be changing significantly over the next day or two, and they probably wouldn’t get any more input.  They’d made their decision.  They just had to wait for Leah to make hers.

“We could write a letter,” Chris said quietly, as if he could read Zach’s thoughts.  “People do it when they want a house; this is way more important.”

“Maybe,” Zach agreed.  “She thanked me for not pressuring her, though.”

“Right,” Chris said with a sigh.  Zach leaned over and kissed him on the temple.  Chris was usually the more patient of the two of them… trusting the universe to pay back his positive attitude and kindness.  It wasn’t like him to want to push things.

“So what should we do with the rest of the evening?” he asked, finally, wanting to pull his boys out of their brooding.  “It’s too late to make pizza, but we could go to Stella Barra on the way home.  What do you say, Nathan?  Sausage pizza and a side of crispy brussel sprouts?”

Nathan shook his head against Zach’s chest.  “Side of ‘tato chips,” came the muffled counteroffer.

Zach bit back a smile and looked at Chris.

“How about both?” Chris suggested, rubbing Nathan’s back.  “We need some veggies, I think, but it also seems like a house-made potato chip kind of night.”

Nathan nodded, his face still hidden against Zach’s chest.

Zach stood, still holding Nathan and expecting Chris to follow, but he startled and dug his phone out of his pocket.

“It’s Monica,” he said, reading a text.  “Wondering if we’ve left yet.”  He quickly texted something back and then looked up at Zach hopefully.  “She says to wait.”  

squid’s laws of fic (not inclusive)

sacrificethemtothesquid:

first law: write the fic you wish to see in the world aka goddammit do I have to do everything myself around here

second law: it’s going to be longer than you think. much longer. hahaha so long. why are you crying 

third law: the time spent writing is inversely proportional to the amount of smut present, dammit

fourth law: flesh out your secondary characters. make them real people. have them take over. oh god. put them back. somebody please help 

fifth law: the time spent researching canon is directly proportional to the amount of time you’ll spend altering your plot. that one person on the internet 

sixth law: the time spent researching in general will eclipse the time you spend writing. the nsa agent monitoring your internet search history is curled up in a corner. his boss wants to know if you’re a threat. “I don’t know,” the agent sobs. “I just really don’t know.” 

seventh law: at some point, someone will ask what your favorite hobby is. you will feign a heart attack to get away

They forgot: The closer you get to the end, the longer it will take to write the chapter, until you asymptote… never quite reaching the end,