WIP Wednesday [2020-02-19]

[thrillingdetectivetales]

Goooooood morning Vietnam!
You all know by now that it's time for another glorious
WIP Wednesday!



We're five days out from the default deadline of the Rare Pair Exchange and ten days out from the final posting deadline, so I expect to see a lot of existential screaming into the void reflected in the comments section. As always, whether slowly dissolving under the weight of the looming exchange finale or not, your fellow fans are here to problem-solve, cheerlead, and fawn over that perfect turn of phrase you pinned down, as requested.

Show me what you got, babies!

Comments

[kaasknot]

my fic is DONE! it's done it's done!!!!!!

...draft 1 anyway, lol

[thrillingdetectivetales]

Still! YAAAAAAAAYYAYAYYAYAYAYAYAYAAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!

[lt_aldo_raine]

is deeply excited and also hopes its another BabeRoe fic cross fingers

[kaasknot]

yeah lol it's the one i was talking abt in chat yesterday, the modern au/canon au traiteur thing. gonna let it ferment for a week or two, then whip out the red pen.

[lt_aldo_raine]

Awwww, yes. I am too hype for this fic. What's the word count looking for the first draft? Have you breached 75k yet? lol.

[kaasknot]

nah, it's a mere 53k. i don't anticipate that changing too much, part of why i take so long to write (compared to like, nanowrimo) is bc i fix plotholes as i go, so the fic is basically done. most of the editing ahead of me is line-by-line fixes and grammar/spell-check

[lt_aldo_raine]

you just described my exact writing process, perfectly summarizing why my BabeRoe ghost fic is taking me fucking ages.

also 53k is still very impressive. will you post as one giant fic, or are you feeling chapters...?

[kaasknot]

i can't write stuff if i don't know how past scenes have shaken out! they affect characterization/interpersonal dynamics!! i gotta fix it or i'm not going anywhere.

i haven't decided, tbh. prolly chapters? but also dumping it all at once has its appeal, so... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[lt_aldo_raine]

same, same, same...! the one or two times I've tried to go back and add a scene or shift a plot, I've ended up completely scrapping the fic and starting over because everything builds and now that I've changed This One Thing, I've gotta change the goddamn rest of it or it'll all be ruined. the tone is off. the characters are off. it's all a mess!</> thus, we revise as we go.

do both? break it down into chapters, but post them all at once?

[kaasknot]

you. you get it. i've never been able to comprehend how ppl can write out of order, the mere thought of it makes my hair raise.

i could do that, that's a doable thing. but on the other hand, milking all y'all's reactions over the course of a week or three... choices, choices.

[lt_aldo_raine]

I do, I get it. also, attempting to write non-linear fics is an absolute nightmare.

I mean, as a reader, obvi I want you to post it all at once so I can dive down the rabbit hole of a fantastic fic and revel all at once. however, as a writer, I would 120% drag it out. with cliffhangers. so, ya know, do you, fam.

[sugardaddynixon]

good job!!!

Kitty POV Harry/Dick/Kitty poly.

[thrillingdetectivetales]

Awhile ago, I started writing Harry/Dick/Kitty polyamory as a gift for myself for my brithday—I think. I will confess that I don't entirely remember. Anyway, I really like the Kitty voice I was starting to hit, and since I don't have anything new that's not exchange- or Fury-related, I figured this would be a nice snippet to share.

When Kitty finally muscled her way into Harry’s apartment after a solid ten minutes spent wrestling the front door and its sticky hinges, it was to discover that her fiancé had been tethered to wall in the kitchen by the telephone cord. She paused for a second to eyeball him from the threshold of the cramped little room, arching a single imperious brow and doing her best to appear worthy of dispensing judgment despite the aggravated flush of physical exertion heating her face and the paper bag of groceries she had balanced precariously on either hip.

“ - the weekend, then,” Harry was saying, tugging at the cording that had him tangled. He shot her a suitably chagrined grimace and Kitty waved him off, turning to unload her spoils on the narrow kitchen counter.

“So catch a train from here,” he said to whoever was on the other line, after a second of attentive silence. Kitty peered curiously over her shoulder to watch him flick his eyes toward the heavens. “Please,” he snorted, “Nix’ll have a candle burning for you whenever you get there. There’s more pine between the two of you than we left in the Bois Jacques.”

Kitty dug a box of baking soda and a slightly wilted head of cabbage out of one of the bags, set them daintily aside, and then abandoned all pretense of propriety and turned to lean with her back against the counter, eavesdropping without shame. Harry smiled when he caught her looking. It was just a fond, casual glance, but Kitty’s heart kicked hard against her ribs the way it always did whenever her soon-to-be husband looked at her.

“C’mon, Dick,” he wheedled, and Kitty’s eyebrows jumped toward her hair. “If anyone deserves a sabbatical after all this, it’s you, and everyone knows it. I’m only asking for three days, here, and we’re already on the way. You won’t even have to make a special trip or anything.”

He shook his head and bit back a soft little grin, only allowing Dick the space of a breath for prevarication before he continued, “No, no, not at all—she'd love to meet you.” He looked over to Kitty with a knowing smile, eyes sparking with barely-banked embers of affection, and drawled, “Ain’t that right, sweetheart?”

Kitty was bobbing her head in a nod almost before she realized she was moving, mouth gone slack with surprised delight. Lieutenant and then Captain and now Major Richard Winters had been a subject of much curiosity and even more speculation for Kitty almost since Harry had first started writing her about him from that Army camp in North Carolina. The opportunity to better acquaint herself with the much-mythologized commander of Harry’s beloved Easy Company dangled before her like a sweet forbidden fruit, and in the grand tradition of Eve and Persephone before her, Kitty reached out a hand and made a grabbing motion with her fingers.

“See?” Harry told Dick smugly. “You’re out of excuses now, you - oh. Here, hang on a second, Dick. Kitty wants to talk with you.”

Re: Kitty POV Harry/Dick/Kitty poly.

[lt_aldo_raine]

Once again, this community introduces me to a ship I didn't know I shipped.

This looks amazing, Tec! I love, love, love your attention to detail, how the details in your work are almost poetic in the tone and flow they give the narrative.

Also, this is gold: “Nix’ll have a candle burning for you whenever you get there. There’s more pine between the two of you than we left in the Bois Jacques.” And accurate.

I hope you continue to work on this!

[lt_aldo_raine]

I read the first line of the post wrong and nearly had a heart attack. We're five days out... Me: Dear God, no.

In non-exchange news, I've been working on a LuzToye canon-era fic wherein George is pretty much the only man in Easy that doesn't know Joe is gay, but as he slowly begins to find out, George has, well, lots of feelings about it.

“Alright, boys, who’s up next?” Gaurnere leered, eyes dancing about their ragtag gaggle of Easy Co. boys. Finally, his dark gaze, alight with cheap booze, pinned Toye to his seat. “How’s about you, Joe?” The question was posed with a smirk and a slight laugh. A few of the fellas giggled into their mugs or around their cigarettes or into the up-turned collars of their jackets, as if in on a private joke not to be shown in public.

It was Martin that answered him. “Joe doesn’t wanna fuck any French women.”

“It’s not the French part he minds,” replied Guarnere, whip-fast but quiet.

There came a few laughs, before Joe merely shrugged, and the conversation naturally slid into something else altogether. For the rest of the evening, George played his part admirably. He provided quips and giggles, and a few extended tall tales when the mood called for it, all the while drinking and smoking to his personal content. But later, or earlier, that night, or the next morning, when his dark head finally collapsed into his pillow—a fuckin’ pillow! can you believe it?—, George fell asleep with Bill Guarnere’s voice warm on the shell of his ear.

“It’s not the French part he minds.”

[thrillingdetectivetales]

HELLO I LOVE THIS MORE PLEASE IMMEDIATELY.

I guess you can finish your exchange fic first if you absolutely have to but DEAR GOD MORE.

[lt_aldo_raine]

Aw, shucks. Thank ya, ma'am!

Not sure when this will actually see the light of day, but...ya know, it will. Eventually.

[impala_chick]

OMG I need to get a bunch of writing done this weekend!! Although I think I've got my assignment mostly plotted (finally).

[thrillingdetectivetales]

You and me both!! Lol XD