#grayh

I won my Camp NaNo July goal of 115 pages and 36k words!

Camp NaNoWriMo July is here! I have been getting done what I can with edits and notes from the first draft to the second draft.

Project Rekindle (temporary name) is a New Adult Gay Romance novella about a young man trying to gain back the love of his ex who has been showing signs that a second chance at love is on his mind.

Although the first draft is already completed and uploaded, I have been working on editing the entire text. That includes developing minor characters, focusing on what worked and what did not, deleting scenes and adding a lot more to the plot. I’m very excited to work on the second draft this July!

I definitely surpassed the first draft’s goal at 26,390 words, but this second draft’s goal will for now be 25,000 words. I will change it if I feel that I’m catching up too fast.

I have high hopes for this draft! Good luck to all!

As someone who is a lot more of a writer, I have noticed how much reading with a "deadline" has been taking up my time. It has been affecting my mental well-being in a negative way, although reading HAS been positively affecting my creativity. I need to take my time with reading, but the time I want to give myself would be way too slow for Booktube videos. There is a part of myself that needs free time.

I haven't made a final choice just yet. It is possible for me to do book reviews, and maybe reading vlogs on the months I would take a break from writing. Those are possibilities. The community has been wonderful to each other as far as I have seen, but I may need to step away and focus on Authortube as well as my mental health. I will always keep reading and supporting other channels.

With that said, my mental health is linked to a specific disorder that I wish I can explain. It would make sense. Sadly, I am afraid of confusing my subscribers and followers and losing support. This disorder is not scary or harmful at all, but the stigma has recently resurfaced and thus been affecting my self-esteem and trust. Should I share it, or wait?

Thank you for reading ❤️

Dating Gray would include:

Lots of coffee dates

Him testing out new voices on you constantly. He has to practice. It absolutely has nothing to do with the fact it often leads to you locking the door to his office and definitely has nothing to do with what follows after

Him singing to you in the car, slightly off key but only because it makes you smile so much

Spending the night together after a long day with a blanket, a glass of wine, and some light binge watching on Netflix

Him being the perfect gentleman. He never forgets to open a door for you or pull out your chair.

This has led you to racing each other to the door like children since you want to beat him there

Word Count: 869

Warnings: Guns, Blood

Song: Good Fight by Trocadero

Dating one of the most renowned deceives in Los Santos had its benefits. You were able to deflect any suspicion of you and your crew, you knew where big drops were going to be, you knew where the police were at all times.

What you hadn’t planned on was actually falling in love with the poor sucker. Gray made it easy though. He was so kind and caring that the day he told you that he loved you, you told your crew you were done.

They threatened his life though so you continued to sneak behind his back and fight for the wrong side.

You shivered as the AC turned on again. You understood it was nice to be cool in the hot Texas weather but the tank top you had picked out for today was not ideal for this.

You stood up and grabbed the hoodie from the back of your chair when you heard laughter drawing your eyes to Gray’s office. You smiled setting down your hoodie and made your way over just as Miles was leaving.

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted without stopping.

“Hey, Miles,” you called after him before turning back to Gray’s door. It was open but you still gave a soft knock before entering.

“Y/N!” Gray’s whole face lit up upon seeing you, “What brings you in?”

“I was wondering if I could borrow your sweater?” you asked looking to the article of clothing tossed on one of the filing cabinets in the office.

“Sure,” he replied merrily, grabbing the sweater and passed it to you. You slipped it on as he asked, “Don’t you have a jacket though.”