But now it's summer. And as I realized yesterday while watching the infamous We Didn't Start the Fandom video--it makes me smile and want to cry at the same time--summer is the time for fanfiction, at least for me. During the school year, my rare fanfiction time is first devoted to admining for the UnknowableRoom (which I love doing, don't get me wrong), so often I am not left with much time to make progress on my personal stories.
But yes, summer is here. Time for brainstorming while at work, dwelling on it so that by the time I get home, I can write it down. I'm looking forward to making a good deal of progress on My Deliverance this summer, and I hope you'll stick with me. I have been working on this story for nearly two years, and there's no way I'm giving up on it before it's finished.
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As he did so the wind picked up, buffeting us for a moment in a whirl of dried skittering leaves. Roughly twining itself through his hair and running along his body, it flattened his robes, contouring them against his chest and legs in a way that seemed almost intimate. I watched, oddly captivated, as James was forced back a step before he steadied himself.
I wish I was the wind.
The thought came from nowhere, and with it came a small smile. Knowing vaguely in the back of my mind that I was going insane, I forced my eyes—and thoughts—away from James. More to distract myself than anything else, I set to work.
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