I can finally talk about the Troublesfest story I wrote for blackeyedgirl
since stories were revealed yesterday.My Love Is a Tiny City
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationship: Duke Crocker/Audrey Parker/Nathan Wuornos
Additional Tags: Gift Fic, Polyamory, Fade to Black, Threesome - F/M/M
Collections: TroublesFest 2013
I really liked my assignment! And I love writing gift fics. And why I wish this story was longer and better and...Well, it did go over the requisite 1k words, but I'm still not happy with it. I think it featured waaaaaay too much exposition and telling, not showing and ughhh. I had the perfect story in my head. While flopping on what to write, I finally decided on showing something about Audrey's, Duke's, and Nathan's relationship which I really love. And I really want this threesome to be canon like no threesome ship I've ever shipped before. I just really love both Duke/Audrey together and Audrey/Nathan together and Duke/Nathan together.
The Duke/Nathan fic though--which I've tentatively titled 'there are no words, there is only you'--is still chugging along. I really want to finish it before the end of this month, but, eh, we'll see. *thinks about the pile of reading for school I should be doing right at this moment & the amount of writing I want to do and it's enough to make my head explode*
In more personal, real life news, we have a cousin coming from Serbia this Friday and both my Aunt J (who this cousin is staying with while she's in America) and my mom are going crazy, trying to get their houses ready. Mom yesterday tore up the rugs in the kitchen, scrubbed the floors clean, brought new rugs and then set up the bigger entertainment system Aunt J threw away and gave to us alongside our older, albeit smaller entertainment system.
I'm like, wheeeeeeee! Yes, cleaner carpets~!!! New bigger entertainment system!!! Is it Christmas already?! (We've had the old carpets since we moved here somewhere around when I was in the fifth grade i.e. 2001 so it was about time.) My dad, otoh, who was standing around, helping when Mom needed to move something, went, "Why all this fuss? She's not staying with us, we're only going to be entertaining her when J is at work."
My mom's reply was something along the lines of how everything over there is much cleaner and we'll be judged if we don't do something.
So there was that.
It just brings to mind that, if I ever have my own place (ha! do I have big dreams) and if my mother, and/or any other family member, ever comes for a visit (assuming I don't live a block away by then), I'll have to tear up my whole place and clean it from the ground up.
The point being, I *don't* enjoy living in a pigsty and I love when everything is clean and has that shiny, new look but I just don't want to do the work to entail that cleanliness. Why does life have to be so hard?