Fic Update #55 (#7 on Dreamwidth)

 Words Written This Week: 23,309 (Jesus fuckstick Christ. Two kink bingo squares written in a week will do that to ya, I guess. Seriously, though, it’s a lot easier to let smut and silliness pour forth than it is to think through longform plot and nuance. There’s a big split in the “fun” words I wrote versus the “part of a larger narrative” words I wrote. Something to ponder, I guess.)

4,907 on Catchweight, my Marvel Trumps Hate Shrinkyclinks fill. I’m a ways into Chapter 13. Slowly but surely, because it’s the action scenes, and I hate writing action, so I’ve been trying to pace myself and not stress too much about it, since I know it’s going to suck on the first go around.

5,299 on Sekrit Project and oh, Lord, this one’s gonna make me cry.

6,605 on Let It Out So It Can Breathe, my Kink Bingo square for “Lapdances.” This one was written and posted within the space of about four days, so I have no excuse for how weird it is. There’s something freeing about finishing, letting it sit for a day or two, and posting. Probably not my most literary work, but eh, not noodling over something endlessly is good for me. 

6,498 on another Kink Bingo square, for Spanking Bench. This is one of the iddier id!fics I’ve ever written, in that it hits about 10 different tropes I adore during one single spanking. So, you know, if you’re into that, it’s coming.

Did I Make My Goals?

• Chapters 11-13 of Catchweight
  Sadly, only 11 and 12, though I’m maybe a third into 13.
• Chapter 3 of Sekrit Project
  Yes! And a bit into chapter 4.
• A bingo square
  Yes! Two, actually.

WIP Updates/Goals for Next Week:

To Write & Edit:

• Edit Spanking Bench
• Chapters 13-14 of Catchweight
• Chapters 4-5 of Sekrit Project

To Publish:

• Spanking Bench

Things that are likely to fuck with my progress:

• Start physical therapy on my shoulder this week. If that hurts, typing might be hard.
• Decently busy week at work, lots of meetings, which cuts into writing time (not that I ever write at work, oh no)
• I can feel the creeping flame of burnout at my back. Might intentionally go a little slower this week.