#rewoven

In which baby Percy is sent tumbling through time and ends up throwing a massive wrench into the events of the Odyssey (for the better).

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for Rewoven, i have officially sent what i have to my beta so you guys should be able to expect an update in the next week or so.

for TKAM, i have finally fought through my writers block and made progress on the next chapter for the first time in months. i can’t say for sure, but i’m thinking it’ll be updated in the next month or two.

It’s not, I swear!!! I’m just a slow updater and the Storm Saga turned out to be a lotttttt longer than I’d anticipated. I’m actually considering splitting it into two or three chapters when I’d originally only planned for 1.

Honestly I’m not sure when the next update will be. I tend to write non-linearly, so I have several chunks of each potential chapter fully written and other parts have only been storyboarded. I have Keep Your Friends Closer & Storm almost fully written but still a ton to write for Luck Runs Out. Once I get Luck Runs Out done, I’ll probably post an estimated update date since after that I’ll just need to do final edits and have my beta to look it over.

To help tide ya over, here’s a tiny snippet (that still might end up scrapped or seriously reworked since I’m still actively working on it) from early on in ch. 4:

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“Good job, kid,” Eury says as they finish setting up the tent. “That’s the last one.” 

Percy shyly smiles up at him. “Now what?” he asks. 

He’s never gotten to go camping before. Mom always said they’d go when he was older, and Smelly Gabe always complained about him and Mom going to Montauk, there’s no way he’d be okay with them leaving for another weekend (and there was no way Percy was giving up Montauk for camping, even if it did sound fun). 

Well, now Percy gets to go camping (even if he does miss his Mom lots, but at least everyone here [Ody and his crew] has been really nice to him, which is much better than Smelly Gabe). Eury even taught him how to set up the tents

“Now, we go and find the Captain,” Eury says. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving, and I’m sure he is too.” 

Percy nods. He is hungry. (And tired. Even though he slept earlier on the boat, he’s still super tired).

Without thinking, he reaches for [to hold/grab] Eury’s hand.

[Eury doesn’t react at first and Percy is about to yank his hand back and apologize when Eury finally returns the grip] <- kind of awkward, should I try and rewrite or should I just freeze it and not have Percy notice Eurylochus was surprised by it?

High up on Mount Olympus, Melpomene plucks a red poppy and lifts it to her face so she can inhale its sweet scent. Her gaze is focused far below, watching the land of monsters and mortals.

“What has captured your attention so thoroughly, sister? Aren’t you finally finished with those sorrowful victims of the war?” Thalia asks, interrupting Melpomene’s concentration. Her younger sister sprawls out beside Melpomene, reclining back on the soft grass.

Melpomene sighs as she plucks at the stem of the poppy flower, peeling away the leaves. “Tragedy does not rest, sister.”

“Neither does heroism,” Calliope agrees as she sits down on Melpomene’s other side.

Calliope sounds tired, not that Melpomene can judge. The war with the Trojans has exhausted the both of them. With Apollo busy fighting, the two of them have been picking up his slack in honoring the heroic lives and tragic deaths resulting from the bloody war. Even with the war finally ending, they’re still working overtime to catch up.

Melpomene offers Calliope the poppy flower. “So there are heroes that will emerge from amongst my tragedy?” she asks.

Calliope nods, her expression somber. “Some of the greatest, I fear.”

The mortals have always feared Melpomene nearly as much as they worship her. Melpomene has never resented them for this, she knows mortals find death terrifying and her immortalization of it both amazing and terrible.

But perhaps, Melpomene considers, they should be more afraid of her sister.

i wanted to let y’all know i’m still not dead… it’s just been really hard. i have a job now (i work in a lab making DNA! yay!) but i was also diagnosed with ideopathic hypersomnia (i sleep all the time, not so yay) which makes it really hard to write. i was prescribed some meds for my condition but insurance won’t cover it (also not so yay) so i’m just sorta muddling through it all… these days, when i’m not sleeping, i’m at work (12 hr shifts are lowkey brutal but i like the pay).

I read and appreciate each and every comment, even the ones I don’t reply to!!!! I even have a little collage of my favorites that I look at when I need a little extra motivation 💙❤️💙❤️. It’s full of hearts and good messages and cute little emoticons and all the great things y’all have said!!! (Some of them have made me so emotional I’ve even ended up texting my mom screenshots because I’m so warmed by them- which incidentally is how I accidently ended up getting doxxed to my entire family by my brother, but that’s another story lol)

If I don’t reply to your comment, please know that that doesn’t mean I didn’t kick my little feeties under the table giggling as I read it!