4 months to the day since my last update (sorry about that), welcome back to jupiter beach :”) i know it has been a long wait, i sincerely hope that this is worth it!! you can read chapter 4 here <3
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Sunset is archetypal, which makes it no less existential and real on a daily basis. Every day is an elegy. That is what makes the day so valuable and meaningful; it goes away, comes back, goes away, and so forth. It all sounds so eternal until you come down to your own life, your own day, your own sunset. Sunset, as sunsets go, may be immortal–more or less–but our experience with the sunset is not immortal. It is ‘measured out.’
Stanley Plumly, from “An Interview with Stanley Plumly” by Jacqueline Kolosov, The Writer’s Chronicle (vol. 50, no. 2, December 2017)
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it is my greatest joy to welcome you to jupiter beach :) this fic is my baby, it’s been an absolute labor of love to create and i am so so proud of it. it’s yours now, and i hope you love it as much as i do!!!!!!!
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without further ado, here is chapter 2 of jupiter beach :”) i gotta say i really pushed myself with this one. at 22k words, it is by far the longest chapter (or longest ANYTHING????) i have ever written. it has been such an honor to write and i am so excited to share it with you :::) enjoy!!
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….after an extremely long wait…it is my honor to present to you chapter 3 of jupiter beach!! thank you for your enthusiasm and patience, it means more to me than you can ever know, i rly hope it is worth the wait :::)
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hi my love <3 in honor of this fic & headgleeksana’s spectacular beta reading, here’s a teaser from my upcoming chaptered fic - Jupiter Beach <3
“You never did tell us the other day,” Xunami elbows her. “What you think about her. Jane.”
Nymphia thinks for a long moment, twirls the straw in her drink. For whatever reason, she’s been coy about this particular character study. It’s hardly the first time she’s zeroed in on a particular guest, tried to figure them out and created rich fantasies to fill in the blanks. Still, there’s something perplexing about Jane. She shouldn’t be nearly as interesting as she is, someone who is so obviously in one pocket of the world, but there’s something slightly amiss about her. She’s caught glimpses of it over the last three weeks - that something that’s bent out of shape inside of Jane - but every time she’s thought she’s close to identifying it, Jane snaps back into place. Straightens up, sips her wine, says something sardonic at the dinner table. And then it's gone again.
Nymphia has come back to the same scene again and again: Jane in the darkness at the end of the dock, smoke streaming from her mouth, head tilted up towards the sky. Every time Xunami and Dawn mull over it, Nymphia wonders why they don’t see it - that happy girls, even the ones who drive red convertibles and sip champagne and throw money around like it’ll never run out - don’t stare at the sky like Jane does.
Right then and there, Nymphia draws a conclusion. “I think there’s something sad about her.”
“Sad?” Xunami knits her brows together, confused.
“Yeah,” Nymphia nods. “All alone every night, even though she’s got all that family at home. Out at the pier, even though she’s staying at the nicest spot in town...” She looks up for reassurance, finds Mirage chewing at the inside of her cheek. “Don’t you think it's weird?”
Xunami scoffs. “What does a girl like that have to be sad about?”
