whatwouldflorencedo:

So, I realize I have not been writing much fic lately

For my casual fic fans that don’t know, I have been writing a book. I finished writing it and I’m editing it. It’s 180,000 words. And it’s a massive world with a large cast of characters and beyond deleting one too many oxford commas and changing contractions to two words again and tweaking speech pacing and making sure no one repeats themselves and everyone is cool and nothing is stalling and the transitions are seamless and the scenes that needed to be added get written and the scenes that suck get remolded and the index gets written and all the family trees are grown and all side characters have real lives and the timeline works and the fantasy calender coincides with fantasy moon and weather patterns and final locations are all named and all adverbs are judged as innocent or guilty and italics come on and off a word and the speech tags of said, told, answered are used so you don’t even notice then, and book world celebrations, business events, holidays, and cycles all match with the action, it’s my favorite part of writing, the picking and the polishing, there’s a sheep metaphor I will not write here. I am not done writing fanfiction, I have my share of wips that have lingered, I still have a plethora of stuff to crosspost to ao3 from ffn and I have to look over my pronouns (when don’t I?) But I am not gone and I am still tinkering with fic and am deeply proud to have a catalogue of stuff that people leave kudos on everyday and comments and reviews and occassionally a rant that makes me smile too. I’m glad I get to share that with you. With a little time I’ll be sharing something that’s like a limb to me, my arm or leg torn free to swing around wildly, but like it’s a metaphor for a book. I want to share a book with you so just gimme a sabbatical on the darkfilthdirtybadwrongangst, gotta put it on pause (it’s never really on pause, guys).