A day of some small exertion
Feb. 24th, 2009 04:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltdI love days off where I work harder than on work days. 8P
I spent most of the morning re-doing the edits I'd done the night before. Fortunately, this was mostly cutting and pasting, not actual composing. Then I did the editor's edits. Four misspellings and a dozen extraneous (by EC standards) commas. Not too shabby for a first round.
Made it most of the way through the Steampunk Robin Hood. Still short of a title for that one.
Most of the afternoon was spent doing shameless self promotion. Glad Hands comes out tomorrow.
And this little gem popped up.
Ian did his best not to shift around in the uncomfortable position. Every time he did, he saw himself in one of the four mirrors around him. Instead he looked down at the bondage gloves that held his wrists together under his chin. Shaped like pig trotters, they matched the ones binding his ankles He could just see them around the apple in his mouth. The nose-hook and ears he wore weren't the final humiliation though. The pig-tail butt plug was.
He didn't look at the fifth side of the reflective prison where he lay trussed and looking like a suckling pig. Master Teague sat there, reading and occasionally tapping his boot with a riding crop.
And there was some running around as well. Now, I'm off to work.
I spent most of the morning re-doing the edits I'd done the night before. Fortunately, this was mostly cutting and pasting, not actual composing. Then I did the editor's edits. Four misspellings and a dozen extraneous (by EC standards) commas. Not too shabby for a first round.
Made it most of the way through the Steampunk Robin Hood. Still short of a title for that one.
Most of the afternoon was spent doing shameless self promotion. Glad Hands comes out tomorrow.
And this little gem popped up.
Ian did his best not to shift around in the uncomfortable position. Every time he did, he saw himself in one of the four mirrors around him. Instead he looked down at the bondage gloves that held his wrists together under his chin. Shaped like pig trotters, they matched the ones binding his ankles He could just see them around the apple in his mouth. The nose-hook and ears he wore weren't the final humiliation though. The pig-tail butt plug was.
He didn't look at the fifth side of the reflective prison where he lay trussed and looking like a suckling pig. Master Teague sat there, reading and occasionally tapping his boot with a riding crop.
And there was some running around as well. Now, I'm off to work.
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Date: 2009-02-24 01:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-24 05:22 pm (UTC)Oh, and yay for inspiration, too. ;)
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Date: 2009-02-24 09:46 pm (UTC)Marion/Robin/Will three-way.
At one table, a little boy sat looking at him in awe.
“Are you really Robin Hood?” the child asked as Robin removed the silver serving spoons with a knowing wink at his father.
“My name really is Robin,” he smiled. “And four hundred years ago, my great-great-ever-so-great grandfather was Robert, Earl of Locksley, who turned outlaw to fight the wicked Prince John in Good King Richard's absence.” Robin took the hat off his own head, straightened the long pheasant feather and sat it on the boy's head. “Now you've a Robin Hood tale of your own, young master.” He kissed the hand of the boy's mother and slipped off her diamond bracelet and rings.
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Date: 2009-02-25 05:03 am (UTC)no subject
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