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[Big Bang] Updates!
Since it's a Big Bang, I can't post snippets like I normally do but I will include a snippet of another project I'm working on to make up for that >.>
I made some good progress today. I think the trick is to just push through the block and write it. I'm trying to do around 1000 words a day since it has to be 20-25k and that way I can have it done by the end of the month.
My reward, of course, is to be able to write the OTHER thing I've been working on. I blame my friend Sam from Tumblr/Twitter for this entirely because she's one of the few people I'm friends with who likes country music as much as I do and I somehow, while listening to Garth Brooks, came up with an entire sideways universe ala Out of the Blue (this is a thing with me, ye gods) where the Sanctuary is actually a thoroughbred horse ranch, Magnus is a wealthy investor, Tesla's her ex husband and Addison is trying to push her out of business.
Oh, and Will is a cowboy. Yes. A cowboy. It's complete fucking crack, but I'll share a little:
When Addison came to tell him the farm sold, though, and the new owner wanted to keep all the hands, it felt like a gift. Maybe this new woman wouldn’t be so bad and everyone would come out on top or, at least, not worse off than they were the last time Will’s dad cut out and left them holding the bag. When he hears the distinctive crunch of gravel along with the purr of an expensive car, he finishes mucking the stall he’s in and dunks his head in a clean bucket of water before whipping off his shirt to change it for a fresh one. Can’t change his jeans or his boots but a new shirt (button down, even) and his hat and that’s almost presentable for company.
It’s her leg he sees first. Long and smooth, pale, with the kind of sexy stiletto that gravel is just plain murder on. She seems to realize it too and leans out of the car far enough that he can see she’s got long, dark hair with a little bit of a wave to it and it shines in the mid-morning sun. She tugs off the heels to reveal perfectly-painted toenails and that’s not typical around here either. Then again, there’s just not a lot of women who work on the farm and none Will’s had the chance to check out the pedicure on recently.
I made some good progress today. I think the trick is to just push through the block and write it. I'm trying to do around 1000 words a day since it has to be 20-25k and that way I can have it done by the end of the month.
My reward, of course, is to be able to write the OTHER thing I've been working on. I blame my friend Sam from Tumblr/Twitter for this entirely because she's one of the few people I'm friends with who likes country music as much as I do and I somehow, while listening to Garth Brooks, came up with an entire sideways universe ala Out of the Blue (this is a thing with me, ye gods) where the Sanctuary is actually a thoroughbred horse ranch, Magnus is a wealthy investor, Tesla's her ex husband and Addison is trying to push her out of business.
Oh, and Will is a cowboy. Yes. A cowboy. It's complete fucking crack, but I'll share a little:
When Addison came to tell him the farm sold, though, and the new owner wanted to keep all the hands, it felt like a gift. Maybe this new woman wouldn’t be so bad and everyone would come out on top or, at least, not worse off than they were the last time Will’s dad cut out and left them holding the bag. When he hears the distinctive crunch of gravel along with the purr of an expensive car, he finishes mucking the stall he’s in and dunks his head in a clean bucket of water before whipping off his shirt to change it for a fresh one. Can’t change his jeans or his boots but a new shirt (button down, even) and his hat and that’s almost presentable for company.
It’s her leg he sees first. Long and smooth, pale, with the kind of sexy stiletto that gravel is just plain murder on. She seems to realize it too and leans out of the car far enough that he can see she’s got long, dark hair with a little bit of a wave to it and it shines in the mid-morning sun. She tugs off the heels to reveal perfectly-painted toenails and that’s not typical around here either. Then again, there’s just not a lot of women who work on the farm and none Will’s had the chance to check out the pedicure on recently.