2,000,000 words posted to AO3

2,072,924 to be exact.  1,679,911 on my main account, and 393,013 on my purgatory account.  I haven't been paying a lot of attention, but it happened at some point over the last two weeks.  That is a lot of words, and a lot of time spent fucking around in someone else's sandbox.

My unofficial Unus Annus goal is to post 1,000,000 words to AO3.  I'm two months in, and already at 250,000 words.  I feel like, if all goes well, I could actually hit 3M total for the year.  That challenge has actually been going really well, since I had a bunch of stuff sitting off in purgatory waiting for me to upload it.  I've not missed a single day yet so far.

My GYWO challenge has been a lot of ups and downs, mainly because I hit a wall of fatigue a couple weeks ago and have barely been able to concentrate on anything.  I'm 13k behind, which is really annoying because at one point I was 16k up.  I'm going to try to do that again, because I have nothing to post after I run out of these old backlogged notes and meta posts.  But 13k is about three decent days' writing, and doable in a single day.  My husband off for the next three days though, so we'll see how much I can actually get done.  But I do feel decent for the first time in weeks.  I feel like the problem has been that I haven't been sleeping all the way through the nights, so for the past two days I got completely ripped and then slept for 12 hours.  Now I'm having my morning caffeine and looking at word counts while I try to decide which fic I want to work on.  I want to do another weird one-man kinkfest series, and even know what I want it to be about, but I feel like I am very burnt out on that for the moment.  So maybe we'll go a month or so without weird porn being posted on Fridays until I decide I want to go back into that world again.  idk

Anyway,  yeah.  Aside from my GYWO word count, which is in the very fixable zone, everything is going much more smoothly than I expected it to by now.  Now I just need to write something, so I have a reason to send out a newsletter next week.

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REC: Invocation for Beginners

Author: townpariah
Summary: Had they been poor, Loki thought, people would think they were crazy, but because they had money, they were eccentric. OR: Thor's mother is remarrying and he spends the ten days leading up to the wedding at her summer house in the countryside, getting himself acquainted with his future stepbrothers.
Word count: 7k
Characters/pairings: Loki/Thor, Gen
Rating: Teen
Warnings: None

Rec notes: I don't often rec WIPs, because I like to wait until they're finished to make that call. But this one, unfinished though it is, is positively charming. Melancholy and sad, with an undercurrent of mystery. The whole thing reminds me of something I can't quite place, but I would read an entire novel based on this premise. The fic is tagged Loki/Thor, but it appears to be abandoned and never gets that far. Despite that, it ends on a wonderful note that makes it feel complete as it is. I've definitely subscribed though, just in case.

Read on AO3

What I wrote last night | God of Outcasts #30

It got easier each time, and as it got easier, he travelled farther and farther.  Once it became no trouble at all to fling himself to the other side of Asgard, he tested a more dangerous journey.  The dwarves had been kind to him, so he first tried to take himself to the marketplace in Rötgart.  It was difficult to see from the distance, but he could see it.  But the only way to know for certain was to try, so he took that step.  Immediately, he wished he hadn't.  He stumbled and tripped, and fell onto his face as soon as his feet touched stone.  Loki managed to pull himself up to his hands and knees as his stomach turned inside out, and before he could stop himself he vomited on the ground before him.  He barely noticed the started and disgusted shouts around him, and wasn't even certain where he was until a pair of hands took him by the arm.

"Up you get," a gruff voice said.

Loki looked up at the voice, not recognising the dwarf beside him, bald on the top of his head, with what hair he had left worn long and loose.  Loki wiped his mouth with his hand, struggling to find the strength to rise all the way to his feet.  The dwarf beside him couldn't help much, beyond keeping him from collapsing again.

"Norns, it's a wee giant!" the dwarf said suddenly.

"How the hel do you know that?" Loki asked, trying to ignore that he’d been called a giant at all.

The dwarf tried to haul Loki to his feet, giving him the drive to force himself to stand.

"I know a giant when I see one," the dwarf said.  "Never seen one fall out of the walls though."

Loki turned to see where he'd come from, finding the cavern wall immediately behind him.  He'd misjudged, almost dangerously so.  He couldn't believe he'd been so lucky.  Before he could say anything about it, his stomach turned inside out again and he nearly fell over on his feet, stopped only by bracing himself against the wall. 

"Let's get you somewhere you can fall over without causing a scene," the dwarf said.

Loki nodded, allowing himself to be led away.   As they walked down the path, Loki turned to see the small group of dwarves that had gathered around trying to figure out where he had come from, and who had to clean up his mess.  He felt like he ought to have apologised for that, but by the time it occurred to him, they were too far away.

The dwarf led him into a tavern near the port, getting him settled at a table near the door.  The tavern was built for travelling merchants and sailors, so Loki at least fit at the table without feeling enormous and ridiculous.  With his head still spinning, Loki leaned heavily against the table and watched people come and go.  When the dwarf returned, it was with a heavy tankard of something that reeked of grain and yeast.

"What's this?" Loki said, looking into it.

"That'll put hair on even a giant's chest," the dwarf said as he settled onto the bench next to Loki.

Curious despite everything, Loki shrugged and drank.  It was bitter and thick and tasted like bread that had been allowed to go sour before going into the oven.

"Gods, it's like piss," Loki said, pulling it away to look back into the tankard.