1. What are your writing goals for the week? (projects to finish, word counts, etc?)Kinkfest, Beltane, and Harlequin 2. What is your goal for the day?Um a Teen Mpreg I started >.> which is NOT one of the above items lolol 3. Will you be working on a single project or multiple projects?Multiple if I feel like it. 4. Are you participating in any fests, exchanges or challenges?All the FESTS FOR LIFE! 5. Have you made any progress or had any pitfalls?I have redbull so all the progress will be made...probably after I have a "meth" moment and clean like a crazy determined person. 6. Do you have any snippets to share? For once I do. Mind you it's ROUGH, very rough. XD
James was the problem child. Dad and Mum had grounded James so often after he started school that he was restricted to his room and the sitting room during the summers. Except the summer when he turned seventeen, and that summer was when all of Al’s problems began.
James welcomed another bloke at the door and grinned as he brought in more cans of cheap lager, and over Al’s shouts of protest James said, “S’alright mate, put it in the tub of ice out back.” Al shoved his brother against the wall in the narrow corridor, and the moving characters in the pictures ran hastily from their frames. “James,” he shouted, “What the hell is this?”
With a laughing tone James said, “A party, of course. Mum and Dad already approved it, remember?”
Al’s eyes narrowed at him, “No, James, Mum and Dad approved of you having one or two or quite possibly three mates over. They did not approve a party of this size!”
A large hand patted him on the head, “Relax, what’s the-,”
“Don’t,” Al interrupted him, “Don’t even say it! The last time you wore that cocky grin and said those words Ian Callaghan nearly got beat to death by Dad for trying to get a hand up Lil’s skirt.”
James shrugged, “He didn’t die, did he?”
“James,” Al warned and his brother rolled his hazel eyes.
“Alright, alright, but Lil isn’t here now and Ian Callaghan ain’t a mate of mine no more, satisfied,” James huffed, as if Al had taken all the fun from his night.
“Hardly,” Al bit out at James, “Something’s going to go wrong, I just know it.”
As he pushed Al off of him James said, “Would you get the tampon out your arse and just relax? Fuck you’ve always got to make something fun dull and awful.”
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Date: 2012-01-27 03:24 pm (UTC)2. What is your goal for the day?Um a Teen Mpreg I started >.> which is NOT one of the above items lolol
3. Will you be working on a single project or multiple projects?Multiple if I feel like it.
4. Are you participating in any fests, exchanges or challenges?All the FESTS FOR LIFE!
5. Have you made any progress or had any pitfalls?I have redbull so all the progress will be made...probably after I have a "meth" moment and clean like a crazy determined person.
6. Do you have any snippets to share? For once I do. Mind you it's ROUGH, very rough. XD
James was the problem child. Dad and Mum had grounded James so often after he started school that he was restricted to his room and the sitting room during the summers. Except the summer when he turned seventeen, and that summer was when all of Al’s problems began.
James welcomed another bloke at the door and grinned as he brought in more cans of cheap lager, and over Al’s shouts of protest James said, “S’alright mate, put it in the tub of ice out back.” Al shoved his brother against the wall in the narrow corridor, and the moving characters in the pictures ran hastily from their frames.
“James,” he shouted, “What the hell is this?”
With a laughing tone James said, “A party, of course. Mum and Dad already approved it, remember?”
Al’s eyes narrowed at him, “No, James, Mum and Dad approved of you having one or two or quite possibly three mates over. They did not approve a party of this size!”
A large hand patted him on the head, “Relax, what’s the-,”
“Don’t,” Al interrupted him, “Don’t even say it! The last time you wore that cocky grin and said those words Ian Callaghan nearly got beat to death by Dad for trying to get a hand up Lil’s skirt.”
James shrugged, “He didn’t die, did he?”
“James,” Al warned and his brother rolled his hazel eyes.
“Alright, alright, but Lil isn’t here now and Ian Callaghan ain’t a mate of mine no more, satisfied,” James huffed, as if Al had taken all the fun from his night.
“Hardly,” Al bit out at James, “Something’s going to go wrong, I just know it.”
As he pushed Al off of him James said, “Would you get the tampon out your arse
and just relax? Fuck you’ve always got to make something fun dull and awful.”