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quinaraPeople, I am so excited about my WIP it's going to be the death of me. It should be a novel-length S7 thing, because that has to happen, and it was supposed to be some story about group politics and high-minded bollocks like that, but it's basically now a Spuffy romance with the air of plot. And I need to stop obsessing about having sentences as titles, because this is even worse than the meaningless pretentious titles phase I had back in about 2010, but just now I realised that I really want to call it 'I love you' is a thing you say to people who are dying. And, and, I want the summary to be Season 7. Buffy/Spike. Some Watchers survived, because sometimes people do.
Would people read that? I tried to get out of the habit of writing summaries no one could make sense of.
The Page 7 WIP only gets you rubbish, but look, it's Buffy having feelings:
... I am frustrated by the fact that the whole thing does not yet exist, and yet so many words do!
Would people read that? I tried to get out of the habit of writing summaries no one could make sense of.
The Page 7 WIP only gets you rubbish, but look, it's Buffy having feelings:
It did leave him fingering curlicues into her thigh, though, looking down and not at her face. Buffy put a hand in his hair, not sure how best to touch him. Also because it was satisfying once she’d worked her way through the crust.
Spike twitched like she was an irritant fly, scowling. Buffy giggled, not sure what to say as he said nothing, but content enough to break up shards of his hair and smooth the freed wisps into order again. It was stupid, to be so confident with his body and yet so afraid of what he was thinking, but she was. She didn’t want to hurt him, just like the way she didn’t want to hurt herself. She wanted to have him like this forever, standing by her side on the verge of destruction, hearts in their throats as they waited for hell to rise and one of them to be swallowed into its gaping maw.
From the way everyone talked, it sounded like it was going to be her. Buffy wasn’t ready for it, not really, but she’d accepted after coming back that she never would be again. She wanted this, this soaring feeling of leaping, the only good part about death before she ceased to feel anything so gloriously bittersweet – she wanted it to last as long as possible.
... I am frustrated by the fact that the whole thing does not yet exist, and yet so many words do!
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Date: 10/06/2015 00:48 (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 10/06/2015 07:10 (UTC)BTW, you may have missed Spike the Pet Detective (not its real title) - if you fancy a read in the meantime...