six sentence sunday
Jun. 12th, 2022 10:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kindkitSome sentences from my WIP. Ed and Izzy are drinking together to celebrate taking a ship full of fancy cargo.
Izzy drank a tiny sip. "Could you believe those silks? Poncey shit. Dunno why people bother."
Ed tried to imagine Izzy in silk. Black silk, maybe. With a red pattern. Drops of blood. No, a line of swords.
"What's funny?" Izzy asked.
"Nothing. Everything." Ah, fuck it. If he couldn't talk to Izzy at least a little, who could he talk to? "I was imagining all of us in silk and shit. The whole crew. It'd be hilarious. We'd never have to fight again, we'd just surprise the enemy to death."
"Fighting's the point though. Isn't it?"
"Nah. Money's the point."
"What's the money for, though?"
"You joking? Booze. Whores. Cake."
"Cake?"
"Or whatever. Nice food. Gambling. A good time."
"And that's what's to show for it, in the end. A good time for a few days, then back on board to fight some more."
I swear Stede really is in this fic. But not until about halfway, and I haven't gotten that far in my revisions yet. The early sections of the fic have needed a lot of work, because when I was writing them I didn't know yet where the story was going. So there've been a lot of additions, and "the tone of this needs to be different" and "this scene needs to happen earlier except for this part, which now needs to be attached to this other scene," and in one case throwing out a whole scene that didn't work emotionally and replacing it with a new one.
Current word count: 36,545. Will probably grow a bit yet.
Izzy drank a tiny sip. "Could you believe those silks? Poncey shit. Dunno why people bother."
Ed tried to imagine Izzy in silk. Black silk, maybe. With a red pattern. Drops of blood. No, a line of swords.
"What's funny?" Izzy asked.
"Nothing. Everything." Ah, fuck it. If he couldn't talk to Izzy at least a little, who could he talk to? "I was imagining all of us in silk and shit. The whole crew. It'd be hilarious. We'd never have to fight again, we'd just surprise the enemy to death."
"Fighting's the point though. Isn't it?"
"Nah. Money's the point."
"What's the money for, though?"
"You joking? Booze. Whores. Cake."
"Cake?"
"Or whatever. Nice food. Gambling. A good time."
"And that's what's to show for it, in the end. A good time for a few days, then back on board to fight some more."
I swear Stede really is in this fic. But not until about halfway, and I haven't gotten that far in my revisions yet. The early sections of the fic have needed a lot of work, because when I was writing them I didn't know yet where the story was going. So there've been a lot of additions, and "the tone of this needs to be different" and "this scene needs to happen earlier except for this part, which now needs to be attached to this other scene," and in one case throwing out a whole scene that didn't work emotionally and replacing it with a new one.
Current word count: 36,545. Will probably grow a bit yet.
