i can’t believe that you guys are still following this blog! obviously, i’ve been m.i.a from writing lately but hopefully - with university starting back up - i’ll be back in an academic mind to start.
the game plan at the moment is:
i’ll try to fill in the gaps with marauder oneshots and drabbles, but feel free to please, please, please drop suggestions/prompts into my ask! i need some writing exercises to get me back into the mood of things.
thanks for bearing with me!
so i know i’ve been really m.i.a (and haven’t updated the art of timing in like three months) but i’ve been lacking my laptop for the past few weeks, and i’m finally getting it back today! this week, i’ll probably focus on my exams but chapter four will definitely be up by november the 15th. if not, you all have permission to beat me up.
Unable to keep the (probably moronic) grin off of my face, I said, “Aren’t you worried that I’ll be a complete control freak and boss you around?”
He shrugged and offered me another one of his heartwarming smiles. “I’m not intimidated by women who know what they want.”
- Chapter Four, The Art of Timing.
Title: (from a prompt) Jily and The Time They Learned They Were Expecting
Basically, this was one of those drabble prompts I’m always badgering people for in my ask, and I was going through my blog and realized I sort of like how it turned out. So here we go:
Thank you to my lovely wifey, Tara, for enduring the pros and cons of being a beta and shamelessly promoting my fic. I love you!
Well, I’m almost done. Almost. It’s just past midnight and I’m wrapping the chapter up now. I’ll send it to Tara in the morning for beta-work, and I know she has classes, so it might not be up until the next day. But soon!
Hopefully. Here’s another snippet, but I am a snippet whore. I just give ‘em out like crazy.
“No!” I said, scowling at her. “There was no fun. It was awful.”
“Oh, so he’s not as good in bed as everyone makes out?”
She simply grinned. “Sorry, there was no sex, I get it.”
“Thank you.” I straightened myself.
Title: Better than Aftershave
Pairing: James Potter and Lily Evans
Word Count: 1396
Summary: This was my entry for the Boating event in the Smutlympics. After a small Potions disaster involving an exploding cauldron of Amortentia, Lily can’t quite rid herself of a particular smell.
Also it’s the first time I’ve ever written a smut, oo-er.
Because I’ve gained like 20 followers:
Breathe, Evans, just breathe. Remember: cool, calm, collected. Cool, calm, collected. Ignore the fact that you’re standing practically naked in front of a boy belonging to the most irresponsible group of males you’ve ever met.
- Chapter Three, The Art of Timing.