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clevermanka) wrote2021-10-24 07:18 am
Sunday Snippet, et. al.
I have got to touch up my roots today. Absolute imperative, no more putting it off. I hate the way it looks right now, and since my hair is currently my only body part over which I have any control... Yeah it's A Thing. I just hope my arms don't poop out halfway through. I meant to get started at 6am but it's 7:30 and I'm still sitting here with my tea and the hair mask getting stiff and cold. eta: rinsing out the henna at 11:30 just in time for a phone call with
write_out and then indigo this afternoon. 👍
Yesterday was the Shakespeare group I'm in with
yaaurens and
jabber_moose and I got to read Lady Macbeth! I skimmed the play earlier in the week to go through and highlight my lines, and I'd forgotten how few lines Lady M has. For a character with such a large cultural impact, she doesn't have a lot of screen time. I'm always amazed at the language of this play, too. It's awkward and uncomfortable--bizarre in an unsettling way. The guy reading Macbeth was excellent and I hope I did his wife justice. I certainly had the emotional disregulation down, ha ha! I also tried to make it clear that these two FUCK, which I think a lot of productions fail to highlight. I came out of it with a lot more feelings than I thought I had about her. She's power-hungry and horny and obsessively attracted/devoted to her husband in a massively co-dependent way and in the end it's her soft nature (which she tries to deny at the beginning) that ruins her.
I'm cautiously curious about the Denzel Washington/Frances McDormand production although I found the current 50-second preview deeply boring.
Still making small but steady progress on Good Intentions! I gave myself one day off after cheering
naye over her finish line, but other than that I've written at least 100 words a day every day this week.
“I heard the group was back so I came to see how your day was,” Ye Zun said, letting go and backing up as Zhao Yunlan and Chu Shuzhi wandered over. He glanced over his shoulder and angled his body to include them in the question. “How was it? Did you have a good time?” He glanced at Shen Wei and for a moment his easy smile went sharp with narrowed eyes. “How was the track?” His face smoothed out again as he turned back to the other two boys. “Did he make a good showing?”
Shen Wei’s lips went numb and his heart beat hard. Shen Wei hadn’t mentioned the dirt bike track to Ye Zun, much less the false permission slip. He glanced between Chu Shuzhi and Zhao Yunlan, chips and sandwiches churning in his stomach. Chu Shuzhi’s face retained its usual sullen indifference while Zhao Yunlan’s shifted from uncertain discomfort to a facade of easy humor.
“Uh,” he started.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell Dad,” Ye Zun interrupted, bumping his shoulder against Shen Wei’s.
Ugh, Ye Zun you're such an asshole.
Yesterday was the Shakespeare group I'm in with
I'm cautiously curious about the Denzel Washington/Frances McDormand production although I found the current 50-second preview deeply boring.
Still making small but steady progress on Good Intentions! I gave myself one day off after cheering
“I heard the group was back so I came to see how your day was,” Ye Zun said, letting go and backing up as Zhao Yunlan and Chu Shuzhi wandered over. He glanced over his shoulder and angled his body to include them in the question. “How was it? Did you have a good time?” He glanced at Shen Wei and for a moment his easy smile went sharp with narrowed eyes. “How was the track?” His face smoothed out again as he turned back to the other two boys. “Did he make a good showing?”
Shen Wei’s lips went numb and his heart beat hard. Shen Wei hadn’t mentioned the dirt bike track to Ye Zun, much less the false permission slip. He glanced between Chu Shuzhi and Zhao Yunlan, chips and sandwiches churning in his stomach. Chu Shuzhi’s face retained its usual sullen indifference while Zhao Yunlan’s shifted from uncertain discomfort to a facade of easy humor.
“Uh,” he started.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell Dad,” Ye Zun interrupted, bumping his shoulder against Shen Wei’s.
Ugh, Ye Zun you're such an asshole.

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other than that I've written at least 100 words a day every day this week.
Yay! And oh dear, Ye Zun.
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And yeah, Ye Zun. *sigh* This fic is, er... not a redemption arc for him.
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That is a fabulous read on her. *^^*
I've written at least 100 words a day every day this week.
So much yay!
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell Dad,” Ye Zun interrupted, bumping his shoulder against Shen Wei’s.
*side-eyes Ye Zun* Asshole indeed.
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Trying really hard to make Ye Zun somewhat sympathetic in this but it's a rough road.
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Sad but unsurprising. :/
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Oh, true, but I was 13. :D
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Brava on the writing!
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And I am bound and determined to at least get this fic to beta before the end of the year, so... *cracks knuckles*
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Hope the hair turned out. I desperately need a haircut but maybe I'll just trim my ends after a shower and call it good.
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My hair looks great today, thanks!
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