My blog/website now features serialized fiction you can read for free. This has made things kind of messy, sorry!
I will probably move my actual blog to a subdomain in the not-so-distant future.
the wheels on the bus
You might have noticed that I keep posting serials and then being like nvmd actually.
I eternally vascilate between “writing ‘in public’ in the fanfiction way is peak” and “actually I want to disappear into my cave and emerge with a book in 3-4 months; nobody talk to me.
There are two wolves, etc etc except one of these wolves keeps undoing the other wolf’s work.
I am trying so hard to finish something. Literally anything. My bibiliography seems to indicate that I can finish books! So why is it that lately I feel like I can finish exactly nothing? The unpublished words keep stacking, and with it, so does my S T R E S S.
I need to sell books and pay my rent; I resent capitalism and want to be an Artist. It is what it is.
I’m flighty. I start a lot of WIPs. I don’t abandon them, but sometimes it takes me quite a while to circle back around. It’s less writer’s block and more “writer wants to work on everything simultaneously.”
I’ve been working on a mafia-ish thing. You can read part of it here. I have more written than I’ve posted. Hideya and Ruby give me cezhou vibes a little bit (for the girlies* who’ve read QJJ, iykyk)
Anyway, I’ve also been drawing and crocheting a lot lately. I’m trying to make this enormous, gloriously obnoxious Santa blanket.
The Fox and the Rose has also been out of Kindle Unlimited for a hot minute, and I still haven’t put it up wide on other stores yet >.> I realize that looks super goofy and I hope to fix that asap!!
#using the blog as a blog #witness the author’s slow breakdown that hopefully is still kind of cute #pray for me y’all
Glittering
Takes place circa Eiderdown era
“How does it feel being an empty nester?”
Rook sprawls out on their four-poster bed as indolent as a large cat.
“Don’t say that,” Nice chides. His fingers make quick work of his hair. He’d just recently returned from yet another trip. Although the winter had promised no more diplomatic trips, he was called to the city of Vada-el for something he had only told Rook about in vaguest terms.
“Hiding from me?” Rook had asked, half a tease.
“I would only bore you,” Nice had said, before deftly twisting the topic to other things.
Nice regards himself in the mirror, tilting his head to the side to take in the white fishtail braid that begins above his left ear and trails down to his throat. It’s strung through with beautiful baubles, glass beads the size of marbles that contain the vast blueness of the cerulean ocean, as well as crystals set to look like glorious four-pointed stars, bright against a backdrop of snow.
He unravels the braid with his smallest fingers, drawing the colorful pieces from the strands of his hair and setting them in a shallow dish where they plink together like water.
When he’s through, he scritches the tips of his fingers through his hair, waking up and soothing his sore scalp with a sigh. He’s been wearing the ornate Vada-elan hairstyles more and more lately, even getting proficient at doing the simplest of them himself, but he’s still not quite used to it.
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Angel Under Fire, ch. 3
Hideya had forgotten all about the beautiful man with the bad attitude that he’d met at the last investor’s gala.
His life has been too full of bullshit to even think on it.
He’d had to run a job with Snake again, and the banker’s daughter from that night had apparently taken a shine to him.
Unfortunately, her father’s a big deal, running at least half of the banks in Kyoto and the surrounding area, which means that she’s a big deal.
Which is why Sakamoto-san had called Hideya personally to ask him to take her out.
“Are you ordering me to date her?” Hideya had asked flatly, after listening to the wind-up to all of this. The ways Sakamoto always dances around the glaring and implicit power imbalance when it comes to the two of them.
He had laughed his jolly, booming laugh at that.
“Hideya-kun, where do you get these ideas? Of course, of course I’m not asking you to date her. I’m merely asking you to, hm… take the young lady out and treat her like a gentleman. She’s pretty, isn’t she?”
“Yes,” Hideya says, because it’s expected of him. He hadn’t honestly noticed or cared.
That jocular laugh again. “Then what’s the problem? She’s a pretty young woman who’s taken a shine to you. And besides, you’re too young to only be working all the time. Enjoy yourself a little. Would it be so bad if you had someone like that waiting for you at home?”
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An event that Hideya is being forced—excuse me, strongly encouraged—to attend, fancy, in a hotel ballroom in downtown Kyoto, with high ceilings dripping in chandeliers. People mill around in expensive formalwear making a dull roar of polite conversation, and Hideya would rather choke.
He takes two flutes of champagne off the tray a waiter holds out to them and offers one to the woman in a red dress next to him with a charming smile.
“Thank you,” she murmurs.
She’s the daughter of a banker, and Hideya is supposed to entertain her. She’s decent enough, if a bit spoiled, but Hideya is ready to stab an eye out with the stem of the champagne glass if this night keeps going on.
“Hayate-san?”
She’d been telling him something dreadfully dull about the summer she spent abroad in the United States, and he’s been zoning out with a polite yet attentive look on his face.
And then he’d gotten distracted.
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