Check in #3!

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There's a little more than a month left until the draft deadline of July 20th, so let's have check in.

If you feel up to it, share a little bit of what you've done.

How are you doing? Where are you at? Do you need a cheerleader/beta/sprinting buddy? What can we do to help?

Leaving love and support for each other in the comments is strongly recommended.

If you're in need of a beta, check the beta post. If you need moral support or a place to whinge or brainstorm or talk things out or find a sprinting buddy, the discord is a good place to check out. (Send an email to bandombigbang at gmail).

*cheers everyone on*

Comments

[akamine_chan]

I have almost exactly 5k of words written. *eyes 18k minimum*

A snippet:

In the parking lot, they hugged, and Frank had to make himself let go of Shaun, turning away and getting into his car. He avoid looking at Shaun as he backed out of the parking lot and drove away.

It felt like the end of something important.

[lady_smutterella]

You know what helps? Sending me words. That helps ;p

[akamine_chan]

I would totally send words if I was writing any. :|

[viciousvenin]

after losing about 4k in a weird file overwriting incident, i've finally written past what i had lost and am up to 16k. i'm actually kind of grateful that i had to rewrite some of it as i decided to go in a slightly different direction than i had written before.

if anyone is looking for a beta i'm here to help! i can do simple stuff like checking for spelling, grammar, etc, or i can be more involved and give advice on your story/plot, characterization, all that good stuff. or i can just be a cheerleader. hmu on tumblr @viciousvenin or my email viciousvenin @gmail.com

[akamine_chan]

16k is a really really respectable number of words! Go you!

[(Anonymous)]

thank you!!!

[fades_in_time]

I don't currently have much written but I have managed to somewhat pull myself out of the rut I've been in so I'm planning to work on it this week and get a good bit done once I don't feel like my head will split open. I'm pretty sure I'll only be able to get one fic finished in time for the deadline but I'll have to see what I can get done in the time I have left.

Also I don't want to share what I've written at this time because I'm still refining and rewriting and I don't want it seen quite yet.

[akamine_chan]

Any progress is still progress. Keep going!

[chibifukurou]

Still trying to sort out a coherent draft. Am editing for another big bang right now, and have art in rvbvs, so all the iron in the fire right now

[akamine_chan]

That's a lot to juggle; good luck!

[momiji_neyuki]

I hit rut due to distractions in my life. Only at a little over 7000 now. Was hoping to be a lot more honestly. :(

[akamine_chan]

You'll get there!

[conventionalweapons]

i've been in a rut lately but it doesn't really matter because i'm 90% done, thank god. i finished my first draft and moved on to the second, and now i have only a few scenes left to write + a final round of proofreading to do. 50k and counting! :D

[akamine_chan]

*twirls you*

[doctorkilljoy]

I finished my first draft last week. I am excited and terrified.

[akamine_chan]

I am excited for you!

[stoplightglow.livejournal.com]

i'm at roughly 42k words, and things are starting to feel somewhat...overambitious. maybe trying to lay out a giant three-parter wasn't my best idea. going to keep pushing through, though. good luck to everyone!

[akamine_chan]

It's always easier to edit after you've gotten everything written down.

[rosiedoes]

I managed 70k, last year. It broke me, but I got to the end. 42k is amazing! How many words are you expecting to need?

[lady_smutterella]

I've got 8k written and the whole lot mapped out. Mostly real life stuff is making me so stressed I cannot write. *stares into space*

I might make this? Who knows.

[akamine_chan]

I feel you, babe. Also, ilu.

[snitchesandtalkers]

I've got somewhere between 25 and 26k. I think I'm at the 80% mark. I'm listening to Ed Sheeran for inspiration (don't ask, I no longer know).

A snippet?

“Did we fuck last night?” he asks. It seems likely. Pete is Jude Law in the 90s levels of pretty; sharp jaw, soulful eyes and biceps that suggest he could fuck Patrick against the wall without breaking a sweat. Pete’s eyebrows rise. He still doesn’t look at Patrick.

“I…” Pete begins, trails off, starts again. “No. We did not.”

Patrick is vaguely offended that Pete looks vaguely offended.

[akamine_chan]

Patrick is vaguely offended that Pete looks vaguely offended.

*snort* That's perfect.

[trojie]

I've got 13.5k of Pete/Mikey dystopia - it's mostly actual draft but also notes to take me to the end - having completely switched projects because my first two ideas tanked.

A (longish) snippet:

'It's just a river, for fuck's sake, there's a bridge.'

'Yeah,' says Joe slowly, as if Pete's being dumb. 'And the people who control that bridge don't want us to cross it unless we give them all our food.'

Pete rolls his eyes. 'It's the interstate. No-one owns it, jackass.'

'And I didn't say owns, I said controls,' Joe snipes back. 'Access is a resource, Pete.'

And that's how Pete Wentz ends up up to his balls in water pushing their piece of shit van that cut out halfway through the ford, in the dark. Mostly dark. The moon's about three-quarters tonight - just enough to silver the surface of the water where it breaks around them, to show up the dead stalks of the lights that would have lit the road, back when there was an electrical grid that still worked.

He doesn't even recognise the first bullet for what it is until Andy cannons into his side and nearly drowns him in the process of getting him on the other side of the van, where Joe and Patrick are already huddled, if you can huddle in water.

'Fuck, they've seen us,' Joe says worriedly.

There are nine assorted vehicles trying to cross this river tonight. If anyone was watching - which apparently they were - it's no surprise they've been spotted. What the fuck?

'What the fuck?' Pete says out loud, because it's a legitimate question. No-one told him he was gonna get shot at. Also no-one told him he was gonna get his fucking underwear soaked in cold, gross water, either, but whatever, priorities.

'We can't just sit here,' says Patrick, tight and furious. Everyone's stopped, and there are pings and whistles and splashes around them. And screams. Before anyone can do anything sensible, like fucking grab him, Patrick's splashing off to the next nearest van like some kind of avenging … something. There's a gunshot and he ducks violently - his hat drops off him and he just keeps going.

He's going to get himself killed, Pete's sure of it, but then Andy shoves him back into gear. 'Fucking push, Pete,' he growls.

Eight vans make it to the other side of the river, with Patrick the last onto dry land, helping to push the final van. The ninth van … stays in the river. Pete tries not to think about why. He just grabs Patrick as soon as he's within reach and ignores the fact that he squishes wetly when Pete hugs him. Their hearts are pounding.

'If you get yourself killed, I'm gonna -' Pete chokes into Patrick's neck.

'Write a song about it?' Patrick laughs, but it's thin, and he clings just as hard as Pete does.

I'm cheering everyone else on! We're all gonna get there in the end, bbs <333

[akamine_chan]

*\o/*

[rosiedoes]

This was genuinely gripping!

[acadjonne]

I’m about to break 12k words! Things are picking up steam!

Kinda long snippet:

Ray thinks over Gerard’s offer for a few days, but doesn’t really make up his mind until a week after the offer is proposed. He and Grace are over at Ray’s parents’ home, eating Sunday dinner as an early Thanksgiving celebration, when Ray’s mother asks him if he has plans for the holiday.

“I’m not quite certain yet,” Ray admits. “A friend extended an invitation for Grace and I to spend the day at his brother’s home among friends but I’m not decided yet.”

Ray’s mother asks, “who is this who invited you?”

“Gerard Way,” he answers.

Grace’s head snaps up, eyes alight with excitement, and that’s Ray’s choice made for him. Ray’s father asks, “Gerard Way, the author?” And Grace nods enthusiastically.

“He’s the best author ever!” She says, and the three adults around her chuckle.

Somehow, it appears Ray’s mother knows Gerard’s mother, and she spends a few minutes talking about rumours she’s heard over the years. None seem believable in the slightest, but Ray doesn’t say anything, just lets her talk until she’s finished. Conversation turns to what Ray’s brothers have been up to recently, and by the end of the evening the family is talking all about old memories and cousins they haven’t seen in too long.

That night after they get home, Grace tugs gently on Ray’s sleeve as he’s tucking her into bed. “Did Gerard really invite us over for Thanksgiving?” Grace asks, quiet and unsure. Ray nods.

“He did. He told me his brother was having a small celebration at home and that Frank and Dewees were invited so Gerard asked that we’d come too. Would you like to go?” Grace nods shyly, and Ray smiles gently. He pushes a hand through the curls on her forehead and leaves a kiss in his wake. “I’ll tell Gerard and his brother that we’ll be there, then. Goodnight, Missile Kid.”


“Goodnight, Jet Star. I love you.”

“I love you too, Grace.”

[rosiedoes]

I am at 21,700, with a handful of scenes left to go. I have rage!paused this week, but I know what I need to do.

Not 70k this year. 😒 And it's... Complicated. It relates to something else I wrote, kind of like a wider ranging tale that the previous one nestles within.

Seeing as we're doing some snippets:


The whole year had been hard - it seemed to pass slower than even the childhood ones when summer seemed to last forever - but all of the isolation and the intensity of being confined together, with no one to turn to but each other, had brought them closer than anything else.


None of this would be possible without heycitrus.

[heyginger]

Hey, you're the one with all the great ideas! It's gonna be awesome :)

[semi_sweet]

I'm at 10.5k and i have no clue how much I have left to go but yikes this is getting out of hand, I'm struggling a bit if i'm honest.

Have a snippet:

"He looked… dead. Aside from dead he just looked… normal. Ordinary. Run-of-the-mill little, dirty blonde, fat guy. Except he was dead. Very dead. Oh God, this was a dead man. This was… a dead man’s body… oh boy… Pete couldn’t take his eyes off the corpse, the pale, dead skin, the cold of it still lingering on his fingertips. It was freakish. Not like when people are asleep and they just aren’t moving, well, they are, in tiny ways, this body was just still. The chest wasn’t rising, they eyelids weren’t fluttering, its face wasn’t twitching, it was just… nothing. Still. Dead. Nothing.

And then its eyes snapped open"

[(Anonymous)]

Seriously, mate! You’ve GOT this!

[aethel]

so my first art idea and my first podfic idea both fizzled, but I found something with blanket permission to podfic on Saturday and I've already recorded three hours, so I might make the deadline after all??