The WIP Gauntlet
Mar. 30th, 2014 09:33 pmSo these were supposed to be...more. And they may still be, if I can figure out where to go from here. I've been picking at both of these for, oh, six or nine months now, but of course that mostly means that I reread, sigh, and type nothing. I guess I'm one of those people that likes to write the same story over and over? I end up with multiple, often conflicting ideas for the same setup, and then I don't know what to do from there.
So anyways! On to the bits? There's been no editing--these are direct copy-pastes from mobile documents written with a combination of speech-to-text, swipe-to-type, and touch typing on a touch screen. I'm sure there's plenty of unintentional weirdness.
Story One: This magic moment
The setup: sex magic/summoning gone awry. Gojyo's in the pentagram, and Hakkai is the one who poofs out of nowhere.
( Insert some joke about rabbits and top hats here )
Story Two: In the sexy box (heart shaped box)
The setup: Gojyo is one of those stripper-in-a-box at the porn store, where the customer pays for the shade to go up and provide live wank fodder.
( Stripper in a box. Does there need to be more description than that? XD )
I suck at trying to force myself to write. I want to do these. I want to sit and pour it out, but it's like I'm waiting to reach critical mass or something. These little dribs and drabs...it's disheartening.
Sigh. There's always tomorrow, right?
So anyways! On to the bits? There's been no editing--these are direct copy-pastes from mobile documents written with a combination of speech-to-text, swipe-to-type, and touch typing on a touch screen. I'm sure there's plenty of unintentional weirdness.
Story One: This magic moment
The setup: sex magic/summoning gone awry. Gojyo's in the pentagram, and Hakkai is the one who poofs out of nowhere.
( Insert some joke about rabbits and top hats here )
Story Two: In the sexy box (heart shaped box)
The setup: Gojyo is one of those stripper-in-a-box at the porn store, where the customer pays for the shade to go up and provide live wank fodder.
( Stripper in a box. Does there need to be more description than that? XD )
I suck at trying to force myself to write. I want to do these. I want to sit and pour it out, but it's like I'm waiting to reach critical mass or something. These little dribs and drabs...it's disheartening.
Sigh. There's always tomorrow, right?