WiP Wednesday and the Fluorescent Adolescent
31 Mar
Things are moving along with my little Plaguebringer, though it’s mostly organization for the last few days. I’ve run out of my first half outline and am now cobbling together an outline for the second half. And by outline, I mean:
-Ronan sulks, Elan scoffs
-Cami and Oz– in bed!
-Rufus makes his escape w/ Book of Import
-Ilidh beats the crap out of bad guys
I’m so specific, I know. But I can’t figure out the pacing when there are a million balls in the air without something, at least. And this way, I don’t feel like the thing is already written before I get it done, right? Er, right.
So for something slightly different, today’s little bit is brought to you by Adolescent Angst. Oh Prince Ronan, nobody loves you. Especially not when you go out, get drunk, and end up in a tavern of dubious repute. It might make people wonder, and you know what they do to boys like you :/
“Gods. I’m not saying you can’t have fun, but–”
“I know what you’re saying, Elan.” Ronan looked up and held his eyes. “And you’re right, I fucked up. I’m too old to act like that; too much depends on me not ending up impaled.”
Elan’s face darkened. “That won’t happen.”
Ronan picked at the bread. “Yeah, I’d have to get laid first.”
Or get laid by the right people, at least. Osgar and his endless supply of willing women. Ronan loved the guy, but you had to wonder about someone who thought the answer to all life’s problems could be found between a woman’s legs.
Elan still looked disturbed. “You will. But not right now.”
“That’s everyone’s favorite thing to say. Not right now, Ronan.”
“I remember.”
Ronan stared down at the plate, not wanting to see the patronizing expression. What was he, 22? 25 at the most? Old man Andrej, all right.
It’s crap being 16, innit, kid? Don’t worry, it gets better.
In about ten years.
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Now playing: Arctic Monkeys – Fluorescent Adolescent
via FoxyTunes
Poor boy. I’d give him a hug, but it’s more fun to see him sulk
This book seems like such fun. Can’t wait to read it one day!
He has hands, doesn’t he? Bitch and moan, bitch and moan ; )
Boy-anst, indeed. I remember it well (sighs). I think the way you’ve got things listed there is perfect for an outline. You go girl!
Cory, I agree. I’m getting to the bit where he finally stops sulking now, and finding that I kinda miss it. We’re so mean.
Nat, the kid is definitely going to have an excessively large right forearm. Ew. :/
Thanks, Alan! It’s not the best outlining process, but hey, it works.
And yeah. Poor boy!
Sixteen wasn’t a very good year for me, either. All those whackos sayin’ the teen years are the best. Stop the madness.
Awww… poor Ronan. Averi’d offer, but she’s got the wrong tackle to be bait.
Well-written!!
Aaron, I really feel for those people. If THAT is the best they ever had, god. :/
Megh, that is so sweet of her. Such a caring girl, that one. Mwahahaha!
Sixteen hated me.
I looked at your little list and thought how ell organized you are!
Cate, I don’t know anyone it loved. Even if they thought it did at the time, it really, really didn’t.
Mike, appreciated! Now I will go about convincing myself that this is true, and that means I can do this. Ha!