What is CKR's eye colour?
*fails at fangirl*
I just can't do the eye colour thing, full stop.
If you can, just tell me.
Teenage!Billy is getting creepier by the second.
And I mean TALLENT* levels of disconnect and a bit more.
This bit is floating right now, it just reveals a little too soon and just doesn't plain fit yet:
In a rusted out car in the corn, X-rays crackle in his cold blue eyes and a William smiles something like an angel. To be human, you need to fall and nobody was there to catch him. He’s stroking his beat-up guitar with masturbatory focus and counting his way back to fifteen
It needs work.
*so shouldn't quote my own output, but it's in wind them up and let them go which
_unhurt_ rates as "not nice".
*fails at fangirl*
I just can't do the eye colour thing, full stop.
If you can, just tell me.
Teenage!Billy is getting creepier by the second.
And I mean TALLENT* levels of disconnect and a bit more.
This bit is floating right now, it just reveals a little too soon and just doesn't plain fit yet:
In a rusted out car in the corn, X-rays crackle in his cold blue eyes and a William smiles something like an angel. To be human, you need to fall and nobody was there to catch him. He’s stroking his beat-up guitar with masturbatory focus and counting his way back to fifteen
It needs work.
*so shouldn't quote my own output, but it's in wind them up and let them go which
The X-ray bit is definitely out for now, it needs to be in the second big reveal. I keep rewriting, so the word count is currently rather static, but I think I was working better today, even if I kept losing words all over the place, at least that meant I had to concentrate.
"Changeable" eyes that look different depending on what he's wearing.
Not that I've, er, examined his eyes closely or drawn them a hundred times or anything.... ;) ;)
dum! da! dum!
Same bat-time, same bat-channel... progress/unblocking feels very good. I'm tempted to stop doing the (equally must-do) plums of wool on the kooky 60s kit I picked up at a local charity shop. I just sit down and talk for five seconds and chain-stitch suddenly doesn't feel as awesome and firey urge
[... I think the writing in this box shows why I can't... I'm struggling here warding off maladjusted metaphors and alliteration. I still have tomorrow]
(I guess that's rather like my hair, which flitters through the spectrum with lighting conditions, the seasons, and shampoo.)