October 7th, 2010
First off, I hope everyone going to WinCon and ChiCon has a blast! So many awesome people in one place, I'm totally jealous, but I have awesome plans of my own that weekend that cannot be changed :-) I'm expecting STORIES AND PICTURES AND FUN TIMES from y'all, okay?
Let's see...NEWS!
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There are totally projects in the works! I have a random, out-of-the-blue J2 AU I've been working on for a few weeks, and it involves FARMERS. Yeah, I know. But it's currently over 11,000 words long and hopefully I'll get it wrapped up before 20K! A little angstier than my usual fare, and the characters are totally new for me, especially Jensen, but it's been awesome to write. Have a snippet!
Jensen stops with moist dirt all over his arms. He feels every speck of it on his fingers, under his nails where it's gotten into his gloves.
"My dad told me what you were like when you got here," Jared says. "That you were desperate."
Everything's decaying right in front of him—life reduced to its simplest compounds under the sun, at the mercy of the elements. Those same forces haven't spared Jensen. He's been stripped down to will and instinct and need.
"I've known guys like you." Jared's voice drops lower, out of place in the sun-drenched afternoon. "You get hooked on something, mess your life up for a little while. And you come out here looking for penance or looking to forget about your problems. But soon enough they're gonna follow you and it's only a matter of time until you fuck up again—"
So, with that story planned for October, that leaves November for the CSI 'VERSE!. I know, you probably thought I'd forgotten all about it, but that's so far from the truth! I think about it, a lot ;-) In fact, there's a whole binder full of "thoughts", you might say. The plot and scope is huge, and there are some big surprises! Have another snippet...
Jared lets a breath go. "There's no talking in charades."
Kissing Jared is an addiction Jensen would plead to in court, the healthiest dependence in his bullet-riddled lifestyle. Something about the way Jared moves his tongue, matching Jensen's every move. And the sounds...throaty purrs, vibrations across Jensen's palate; long, satisfied groans from belly-deep; breathy accents and soft tones. They create a new language for Jensen to study.
Jared's long arms find their place around Jensen's lower back, squeezing once as they come out of the kiss, and he smiles.
"I'm not getting dirty from this."
"Shut up," Jensen urges, and slides down to his knees.
In addition to those two major projects, I still have a veteran!Jared/exec!Jensen story at 9,000 words, plus some of my
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So, lots in the works, as you can see! Back to work...
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