I have posted ten fics in less than two months, for a total of 54,617 words.* (Not counting the Snapefic, since I wrote that long ago.) This is extraordinary. This is not what I do, and yet.
(This is taking avoidance to absurd levels, George says in my head. Well, yes. Perhaps I will post the first chapter of Time for Tea on AO3, as an incentive to work on getting published. And to stop the mutters and maledictions about Simon Illyan and James Hathaway. Shut up, kiddo; I still love you best.)
(Parenthetically speaking, along with the other id-junk that fanfic allows me to indulge in, I note that I am still fascinated by 29-and-30-year-olds. Not that I don't enjoy writing about people of many other ages that I don't have two decades on, but there is that pull, witness George in TFT and Olivia in the next two books, and how much I adore Miles in Memory, and quite a few other examples. My personal fanon says that Hathaway turns 30 about the time of "The Great and the Good," and that Simon's 30th is completely overshadowed by the crises of the Pretendership.
raven says it very well in Hold, or has Cordelia say it, comparing 30-year-old Simon to five-year-old Gregor: "The fierce growth is over. Now the pause to regroup, now the long haul." That's what draws me, I think. Not that everyone's not on their own schedule.)
I am also hugging the Vorkosiverse (and its attached fandom) tightly to me and committing sins of darkness with it, because I am BACK, baby. (Still loving "Lewis" too! Will write more at some point!) And despite avoiding them for ages, I love promptfests, because where else would I get such wacky and wonderful story ideas? Both of the prompts I wrote for this time (more may happen. Possibly. But not by the deadline) made me laugh out loud when I saw them, and turned into things lengthy and wistful, which is how I work best. And I love the expansiveness of the universe we have to play with: hundreds of years and an entire galaxy, really, not that I've ventured out of canon chronology (or its immediate aftermath) much, or off of Barrayar. I have actually wrapped myself pretty firmly around the Residence and the cemetery at Vorkosigan Surleau, which are not bad places to be anchored while gazing up at the stars.
I just really want to write about everybody in the Vorkosiverse. If only I had the time.
*ETA: what's funny about that is, "Trust Issues" is 617 words, so without that one I would have exactly 54K.
(This is taking avoidance to absurd levels, George says in my head. Well, yes. Perhaps I will post the first chapter of Time for Tea on AO3, as an incentive to work on getting published. And to stop the mutters and maledictions about Simon Illyan and James Hathaway. Shut up, kiddo; I still love you best.)
(Parenthetically speaking, along with the other id-junk that fanfic allows me to indulge in, I note that I am still fascinated by 29-and-30-year-olds. Not that I don't enjoy writing about people of many other ages that I don't have two decades on, but there is that pull, witness George in TFT and Olivia in the next two books, and how much I adore Miles in Memory, and quite a few other examples. My personal fanon says that Hathaway turns 30 about the time of "The Great and the Good," and that Simon's 30th is completely overshadowed by the crises of the Pretendership.
I am also hugging the Vorkosiverse (and its attached fandom) tightly to me and committing sins of darkness with it, because I am BACK, baby. (Still loving "Lewis" too! Will write more at some point!) And despite avoiding them for ages, I love promptfests, because where else would I get such wacky and wonderful story ideas? Both of the prompts I wrote for this time (more may happen. Possibly. But not by the deadline) made me laugh out loud when I saw them, and turned into things lengthy and wistful, which is how I work best. And I love the expansiveness of the universe we have to play with: hundreds of years and an entire galaxy, really, not that I've ventured out of canon chronology (or its immediate aftermath) much, or off of Barrayar. I have actually wrapped myself pretty firmly around the Residence and the cemetery at Vorkosigan Surleau, which are not bad places to be anchored while gazing up at the stars.
I just really want to write about everybody in the Vorkosiverse. If only I had the time.
*ETA: what's funny about that is, "Trust Issues" is 617 words, so without that one I would have exactly 54K.