#on a writing hiatus bc chronic arm pain but like yeah

[junemonths]

Heads Up Seven Up Tag

I was tagged by @sylkweaver !

Rules: Post seven sentences from your latest WIP and then tag (up to) seven people to do the same.

My next thing I'm working on is about a trans woman in university who gets recruited to be a magical girl, to her chagrin. She and her new friends lead lives increasingly consumed by their responsibilities and powers. Half of them have crushes and/or long standing grudges towards the other half.

It goes on like that for a good long while. Her chemistry notes are beyond saving, what little she has left of them, and some of her sketch ideas for paintings are gone. It serves her right for using loose-leaf paper, but like…

2. How could anyone predict that a magical girl dressed like a knight is going to throw your desk at her nemesis who dresses like a mad scientist? There’s no insurance plan for that! There’s no way to predict or plan for that sort of thing! Who could blame Susie?

3. The source in question is a girl, about Rosemary’s age. She’s taller than Rosemary, which makes her quite tall indeed, and is wearing a pair of magenta jorts and a T-shirt with the cover art of a Carly Rae Jepson album on it (Emotion Side B, apparently). She’s wearing sunglasses, even though it’s 3:50 PM in September in a building with no electricity, and she’s wearing a million sparkly bracelets on her arms.

4. “Uh…” Rosemary says. For some reason, the part of her brain that does stuff like ‘speech’ and ‘coherent language’ might as well be a lump of saltwater taffy. All she can do is take in this woman and try to reboot the parts of her mind that are melted together.

5. Marie nods. The Carly Rae Jepsen shirt wrinkles in a way that makes it look like the pop singer is nodding, too.

6. Before she can register what’s happening, she’s got Marie in her arms, the back of her t-shirt making contact with Rosemary’s overalls.

7. “There was a magical girl fight. Iron and Uranium. Our tutoring session was cut short.”

“Yeah, it was real fucking annoying,” Susie adds.

I tag: you. Yes. You.