I've been on fictionpress and fanfiction.net for six years now. I love reading one shots and I hate reading about characters with really boring names.
In Progress:
1. CHAPTER 16 OF THE LIGHTHOUSE IS ON ITS WAY. I promise. I haven't died, I'm just working out a really difficult scene. I really, really like Chapter 17, so it's already halfway written. I'm also in the process of editing the first fifteen chapters because more than a few of them could stand for an improvement.
2. I call it my country club one shot: Phineas Rockefeller and Jefferson Carmichael's parents own mansions next to one another, their dad's go yachting together, etc. They were best friends until the age of 12, and then they both met the beautiful debutante Wynton. She toyed with both of them, pitting them against each other. After six years of hating one another, they grow close one summer. This is almost completely set at a country club. It's intended to be snooty, and brand obsessed, but the boys are so loveable! I've already written about a fourth of it.
Phineas Rockefeller impatiently tapped his white golf shoes against the marble floor in the lobby of Green Island Hills, his family’s country club. For the tenth time in less than three minutes, he checked the silver Rolex on his wrist. Abraham was 20 minutes late. There was no way that Phineas would be able to warm up his new Ping driver now; he would be lucky if he even got in a few chips before his tee time.
He found an elderly man seated behind a large time table in the back of the pro shop.
“Barnes, my partner seems to have canceled on me last minute. Are there any members on standby to play that could go out with me?”
“Why yes, Mr. Rockefeller. A young man was in here less than an hour ago asking about an opening. I’ll have a caddy bring him up in a cart.”
He brought out a sleek black phone from the pocket of his monogrammed club blazer.
“Valmont will you please escort Mr. Carmichael up to the clubhouse?”
Basically I'm in love with it. If I could eventually finish it, that would be great. Hopefully summer will inspire me.
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