Ellie

I set some writing goals for the year so here's a writing recap for January.

Discovering Thai BL dramas (and the delightful actors who star in them) has been a kick in the pants to my creativity. I wrote/posted almost as much fic this month as I did for the entirety of 2022.

Only You and I KinnPorsche: the Series | Kim/Porchay | 446 words | teen & up

After Midnight KinnPorsche: the Series RPF | Jeff/Barcode | 1,062 words | mature

Your Lips on My Skin Love in the Air | Prapai/Sky | 2,190 words | explicit

A Wee Little Kiss Among Friends KinnPorsche: the Series RPF | Jeff/Barcode | 2,271 words | teen & up

Goals
★ Write & post fic once a month.
Success! Posted 5,969 words to AO3.

★ Finally meet my getyourwordsout goal of 250,000 words for the year. I haven't met my GYWO goal since 2012.
I'm on track! According to the fancy spreadsheet, I wrote 3k more than the target word count for the month.

★ Complete a streak of writing a minimum of 300 words every day for 30 days | 45 days | 60 days
I wrote 29 days so while I didn't complete a streak I'm on my way.

★ Submit one personal essay for publication
I published an essay! (Yes, it's for my graduate program's literary journal, but I'm counting it)

★ Complete draft zero of my graduate thesis - 25,000 words.
I've written about 2k words so woohoo!

Challenge #6

In your own space, create something.

It's currently 2 degrees Fahrenheit so here's 100-ish words I just wrote about boys being cold. And soft.

Charlie/Owen, Julie and the Phantoms RPF

“I can’t feel my face,” Owen says.

The sky is a crisp blue, the sun out in all its glory but it’s currently below freezing and Owen is wearing twelve layers. He can barely move and his lips and nose went numb the second Charlie tugged him out into the snow.

“I changed my mind,” Owen says, shoving his gloved hands into Charlie’s pockets, hauling him close. “I don’t want to go.”

Charlie’s eyes sre sparkling, the way they do when he’s either ridiculously happy or plotting some stupid prank. “Half an hour,” he says, leaning in to press a kiss to Owen’s chin, the corner of his mouth, the tip of his frozen nose. “Then, we’ll come back and warm each other up.”