i hate feeling unmotivated to do my job because i like my job and i have a somewhat enviable fun job so i should be ready to go but!! i just want to shut down until mid january!!!! i don’t want to move until january 17th!!!!!
Tag: i think
send an ask: get to know your author
1)
is there a story you’re holding off on writing for some reason?2)
what work of yours, if any, are you the most embarrassed about existing?3) what order do you write in? front of book to back? chronological? favorite scenes first? something else?
4) favorite character you’ve written
5) character you were most surprised to end up writing
6) something you would go back and change in your writing that it’s too late/complicated to change now
7) when asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write?
8) favorite genre to write
9) what, if anything, do you do for inspiration?
10) write in silence or with background noise? with people or alone?
11) what aspect of your writing do you think has most improved since you started writing?
12) your weaknesses as an author
13) your strengths as an author
14) do you make playlists for your current wips?
15) why did you start writing?
16) are there any characters who haunt you?
17) if you could give your fledgling author self any advice, what would it be?
18) were there any works you read that affected you so much that it influenced your writing style? what were they?
19) when it comes to more complicated narratives, how do you keep track of outlines, characters, development, timeline, ect.?
20) do you write in long sit-down sessions or in little spurts?
21) what do you think when you read over your older work?
22) are there any subjects that make you uncomfortable to write?
23) any obscure life experiences that you feel have helped your writing?
24) have you ever become an expert on something you previously knew nothing about, in order to better a scene or a story?
25) copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of
For a fluffy prompt! Matt/Foggy (or &) and BABIES and/or CHILDREN. De-age the boys or maybe they found a baby in a dumpster or Foggy’s nieces and nephews or an AU where one of them has a kid, i don’t care, just bABIES
A SMALL SCENE FROM THIS UNIVERSE BECAUSE IF I WRITE TOO MUCH, I WILL DESCEND INTO BABY HELL AGAIN (I may end up reblogging w/ more, though):
“She’s not going to learn to walk if you never put her down,” Foggy sing-songs, from the couch, while Matt walks around the room with Mary on his hip and talks softly back when she babbles out almost-words.
“I put her down all the time,” Matt says, stopping in front of him, hoisting Mary up a little higher. “I put her down plenty.”
“Sure you do,” Foggy says.
“In fact, just this morning,” Matt continues, “I was not holding our child.”
“Because I let you sleep in,” Foggy says, laughing, kicking out to poke Matt’s leg with his foot. “You stole her from me as soon as you dragged your ass out of bed, Murdock, and it’s been a cuddlefest ever since.”
“Hmm,” Matt says, noncommittally, lifting Mary up to hug her against his chest, so she giggles and wraps her arms around his neck.
“I’m making a point,” Foggy says. “Don’t be adorable at me.”
Matt sits down next to him and Mary automatically crawls into Foggy’s lap.
“What was your point again?” Matt asks.
“Our daughter’s developmental milestones–” Foggy starts, and then Mary stands up shakily in his lap to press a wet kiss to his cheek. Foggy’s quiet for a second before he groans and hugs her close, muttering, “Jesus Christ.”
“Weren’t you saying something important?” Matt asks, grinning.
“You two planned this,” Foggy says. “Get over here, it’s a cuddlefest.”
Matt scoots closer so Foggy can slide an arm around his waist, sinking down to rest his head against Foggy’s shoulder, one hand covering Foggy’s that’s resting on Mary’s back. Mary says something with both vowels and consonants in it.
“She’ll walk,” Matt says. “She’s already a genius, listen to that.”
“I know,” Foggy says. “I should be counting my blessings, she’ll probably start parkouring at age two.”
“Oh, we won’t let her do that until she’s five, at least,” Matt says, kissing his shoulder. “We’re good parents. Responsible.”
Foggy kisses Mary on the top of the head, then turns to do the same to Matt, who smiles in that really dumb cute way that he does when he’s actually happy.
“We’re great parents,” he says.
“The best,” Matt agrees, softly.
I’ve lost the ability to concentrate, have some first steps:
“We’ve got standing effing down,” Foggy says, kneeling behind Mary. “I mean, minimal wobbling, not holding onto anything. You’re a world class stander, kid.”
Mary makes a cautious whoa noise, tipping forward a little. Matt’s sitting cross-legged on the floor a few feet away from her.
“Can you go to your dad, honey?” Foggy says, and Matt smiles, opens his arms so Mary squeals and raises her arms up.
There’s a brief stand-off when Matt doesn’t immediately scoop her up, when Mary murmurs, “Da, da, da,” sadly and Matt’s face crumples a little bit.
“Don’t let her con you,” Foggy says, laughing.
“But she’s really good at it,” Matt says.
“Hey, quite contrary, why don’t you go give your dad a hug?” Foggy says, steadying her carefully when she starts to wobble again and then letting go when Mary starts moving her legs. They both hold their breath for a long moment until she takes one step.
“Foggy,” Matt whispers.
“Oh my god. You can tell, right?” Foggy asks
“Yeah,” Matt says, leaning in a little. “I can–I can tell. Keep going, baby, you can do it.”
Mary takes three more dramatic wobbling perfect steps before she pitches forward and Matt moves quickly to grab her and sweep her up into a hug.
Foggy hoots and applauds, and Mary squirms and yells happily, clutching at Matt’s shirt and gazing up at him when he beams at her.
“You did good!” Foggy says, crawling over to ruffle her hair then leaning in to press a kiss to Matt’s cheek. “Once we get walking down, what’s next? Punching? Roundhouse kicking?”
“Let’s try talking first,” Matt says, dryly.
“And then Baby’s first streetfighting lesson,” Foggy says, serenely, wrapping his arms around both of them to squash Mary between them.
oh my god, they were roommates 