Tag: oh well

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When you rush to post something for a deadline and…

ugh, that sucks! it’s good to hear this happens to other people too, though. i saw a post on tumblr that recommended reading your writing in a different format, so it looks different and makes it easier to spot errors. i sometimes just zoom in to make the text bigger on gdocs or read it in the preview window on ao3.

Yeah, I always do that when I have time. Last night though, I did not. I was up until 2 as it was doing PTA shit and then up at 6:30 to prep kids and go to the meeting and then work calls and…yeah. So typos happened. I fixed chapter 1 (I hope)…I’ll look at chapter 2 later. It is strange, though, how things look totally different and problems jump out as soon as you paste it into something new and hit “post.”

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Chris was just trying to do a good deed. Zach was just trying to get his attention.

Words: 6410, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

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seven sentences meme

I was tagged by @elisa-pie

The rules are as follows: go to page 7 of a WIP, skip to the 7th
line, share 7 sentences, and tag 7 more writers to continue the
challenge.

So, my only Pinto WIP at the moment is only 6 pages long.  I could try to write some more tonight before doing this, but that feels like a lot of pressure.  So I’m going to page 6, skipping to the 7th line, and sharing 8 lines.  ‘Cuz I’m a rebel (right).

“Daddy!  Nonna mades ‘zangya!” Nathan cried as he and Chris finally made it into the kitchen.  

“I can see that,” Zach said, laughing.  “You’re wearing half of it on your face!”

Nathan shoved another large piece in his mouth as he mumbled, “It yummy.”

“He said he was too hungry to wait for you,” Margo explained as she turned to give Zach another hug.  “Now which would you boys like?  Bolognaise or seafood with rosemary cream sauce?”

“I’ll take the bolognaise.  Better give Chris the seafood.  He needs fattening up.”

“You really do look thin, dear,” his mom said as she turned to hug Chris, who was rolling his eyes at Zach from over her shoulder.

“There’s a conspiracy, I see,” Chris answered.  “Guess I’d better have some of both.  If I catch hell from costuming when I get back to the UK, I’m giving them your number,” he said with a good-natured jab at Zach.

“I think they’ll thank me, actually,” Zach muttered, not liking the way Chris’ pants were slipping off his hips.  What the hell had that shoot done to him?

I’ll tag @loves-pie, @hopeforyouyet, @itreallyisthelittlethings, @llongwayfromhome, @mightymads, and @stellarbisexual (I think you’re all writers…if not, please ignore)

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday

From my new Birthday Fic for rabidchild67, “What Spring Does…”

“Are you reading porn?”

“What?” Chris asks, lowering his book and looking up at Zach. “No. It’s poetry.”

Of course it is. Chris has an intimate relationship with
words, after all. This shouldn’t be surprising. “You’re hard. And you’re
fondling yourself. Which has me hard.”

Chris raises his eyebrows.

“You’re not reading?”

“Oh, I am. Just… not my book.” Zach takes a deep breath and eyes the
way the fabric of Chris’ shirt drags as his fingers move against it.
“You’re not allowed to use this anymore,” he adds, taking the offending
hand a pulling it across his lap, over Chris’ head. “Keep reading if you
want to, but I’ll be the one fondling you.”

Chris doesn’t resist his right hand being pinned over his head, and
he seems torn between finishing the page he’s on and focusing on Zach,
at least until Zach’s right hand drops to that spot Chris had been
worrying on his thigh and starts scratching circles of his own.

Chris’ reaction is almost violent. He nearly jackknifes at the touch,
and then his book falls and his hand drops to his chest, and he squirms
his legs open to grant Zach more access.

“My, you are wound up. You sure it’s just poetry?”

Chris’ eyes have fallen shut. “Neruda.”

“Ah, emotional porn in sensual language. No wonder you’re hard.”