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michelel72) wrote2020-01-05 09:57 pm
michelel72) wrote2020-01-05 09:57 pm
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Sunday snippet 1/5: Untitled silver sequel
I haven't done a ton of writing lately. I did finish the posting of my weird quasi-fanfic/quasi-original-fic work, and a couple of very nice commenters saw me through to the end, in ways that had me making improving edits to later chapters throughout. I know it's a very talky, internal fic, but I like it anyway.
I wrote a little 2003-era one-shot in the same 'verse (3800 words), but I don't love where it ends so I'm sitting on it for now. (ETA: I mean 2002-era. One of the problems is that my initial timeline guess was wrong and I have to move it from April 2003 to something like October 2002.) I wrote a trippy mindscape sort-of-sequel (28k words), but a couple of things in it also bothered me. I finally figured out that one full sequence needs to be trashed and redone very differently. But I haven't gotten to that yet, because I ended up poking at something that slots between the posted fic and the mindscape. It's up to 7500 words so far, with more content definitely to come and an unclear ending point. A bit from that is below.
They head on over to their building then, but as they get closer, Jack slows and then eventually stops. He's looking at the door, perplexed. "How the hell do I …?"
"One step at a time," Tonya tells him. She knows that's not what he means at all, but this seems like one of those cases where giving him time will just let him get worked up. "Come on. And talk to me while you do it. Those interviews you wanted me to do today — what do you want me to actually say?"
"That I can just go take care of them myself," he answers promptly. "No, I know. And … yeah, that'll work, I guess." He starts outlining what he would do, and when she gets them moving again, he follows without protest.
But that doesn't mean it's without a struggle. The tone Jack uses when he's talking to her is a little higher, a little lighter, than the one he was using this morning. He's clearly having to fight it down from moving upwards from that now, into the vacant range that usually goes with the space-cadet act. The difference is subtle to Tonya, so much that she has to listen for it to hear it at all, probably because he's determined to stay well clear of the stereotypical fey range. But it's definitely there.
She honestly would have thought — did think — that just dropping the act would be easier for him. But this is another thing he handles differently, and in fairness, the act is a habit of very long standing at this point.
I wrote a little 2003-era one-shot in the same 'verse (3800 words), but I don't love where it ends so I'm sitting on it for now. (ETA: I mean 2002-era. One of the problems is that my initial timeline guess was wrong and I have to move it from April 2003 to something like October 2002.) I wrote a trippy mindscape sort-of-sequel (28k words), but a couple of things in it also bothered me. I finally figured out that one full sequence needs to be trashed and redone very differently. But I haven't gotten to that yet, because I ended up poking at something that slots between the posted fic and the mindscape. It's up to 7500 words so far, with more content definitely to come and an unclear ending point. A bit from that is below.
They head on over to their building then, but as they get closer, Jack slows and then eventually stops. He's looking at the door, perplexed. "How the hell do I …?"
"One step at a time," Tonya tells him. She knows that's not what he means at all, but this seems like one of those cases where giving him time will just let him get worked up. "Come on. And talk to me while you do it. Those interviews you wanted me to do today — what do you want me to actually say?"
"That I can just go take care of them myself," he answers promptly. "No, I know. And … yeah, that'll work, I guess." He starts outlining what he would do, and when she gets them moving again, he follows without protest.
But that doesn't mean it's without a struggle. The tone Jack uses when he's talking to her is a little higher, a little lighter, than the one he was using this morning. He's clearly having to fight it down from moving upwards from that now, into the vacant range that usually goes with the space-cadet act. The difference is subtle to Tonya, so much that she has to listen for it to hear it at all, probably because he's determined to stay well clear of the stereotypical fey range. But it's definitely there.
She honestly would have thought — did think — that just dropping the act would be easier for him. But this is another thing he handles differently, and in fairness, the act is a habit of very long standing at this point.
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