#ringoutthebells

This message warmed my heart when I first read it this morning, so thank you for sending it.

Ring Out The Bells is my baby, my brat, the fic that got me back into writing after years of writer's block. It's the fic that allowed me to give a little piece of me to a fandom and to a community of people that welcomed me when I was a little lost in my life. I didn't know what I was getting myself into, and after everything I'm so glad that I stayed, that I'm still here (even if I don't shout every one of my thoughts into the 'void' anymore).

It pains me that it's unfinished. I had the other 11 chapters planned (I still have the outlines on my phone). I wanted that version of Kate to grow into her own, to work on herself and get to a point where her love for Anthony didn't scare her anymore. I wanted Anthony learn that he can't control everyone and fix everything, and be at peace with it.

I'm not going to lie, season two is the main reason why Ring Out The Bells hasn't been finished. I started writing it right after season 1, before we knew the Sheffields would be the Sharmas, or that Katharine would be Kathani, so now my fic feels dated. I'm also not ready for the inevitable comments and call outs about it.

Ring Out The Bells started as a collection of scenes to add to the book and the existing canon; it became it's story with subplots that affect one another. It's farther from the book canon than I would've originally liked, and because of that, it's a couple of AUs away from the show's canon. I don't know what to do with it. I want to finish it. I wish I had finished it last year. Until I get blessed by supersonic inspiration or something though, let's at least enjoy the last two chapters of that fic.

Hello! Thanks for the ask!

That's the plan. I have most of the fic planned, and I really want to finish it. I'm just not in a great place with my writing. It takes me forever to write, and I don't really like what I've done when I do write.

Ring Out the Bells (or ROTB) is the fic that got me into writing again, but posting it has been hard lately, partly because it's so far from the canon (especially the show canon) that I don't know what to do with it anymore. It's long, it takes a while to write each chapter until I get it right, and the chapters haven't been doing too well, so I've lost a bit of the passion I had for that fic.

Oooooooh we love bby Edmund in this household.

Edmund who is trouble for his mama and papa from the very first time Kate suspects he exists. Kate is tired, and nauseous, and she doesn't really want to eat. She wakes up late and goes to sleep early, and Newton won't leave her side, so Anthony's mind goes straight to the most logical cause for all the symptoms: death. Kate aims a shoe at his head when he tells her.

Edmund who looks just like Anthony.

Edmund who grows up painting with his mother and riding with his father, and loves his uncle Benedict best.

Edmund who gets into a very heated argument with his father when he falls desperately in love at the tender age of seven and ten.

Edmund who vows never to be like his father when Anthony won't allow him to marry the widow he is besotted with.

Edmund who, of course, ends up acting just like his father did growing up. (RAAAAAAAKEEEEEEEEE)

Edmund who will bark and growl at every suitor that looks Lottie's way. (He's been known to punch one or two, "but Father needn't know that, because he would tell Mama and then what, Miles?").

Edmund who is quick as a whip and smart when it comes to the numbers, a great speaker in the House, and the darling of every society mama.

Edmund who bumps into a champagne tower during one of his aunt Daphne's balls, mouth gaping like a fish out of water when Eliza Claremont chooses to dance a waltz with his brother Miles.

Edmund who pretends not to hear his parents' conversation soon after. "I am not sure about her, Anthony..." To what his father says "I am, I like her for him."

Edmund who wants to say the he likes her for him as well.

Edmund who isn't sure if she likes him for her.

Edmund who gets given a pink mallet and ball during the semi final to the annual Pall Mall tournament, when Miss Claremont swings the Mallet of Death to the first wicket.

2. A detail we should be paying closer attention to for the future.

(That I made because I'm craving fandom interaction and inspiration).

1. Favourite scene so far.

2. A detail we should be paying closer attention to for the future.

3. A headcanon you haven't shared.

4. What was (insert favourite character's name) thinking during (insert scene from fic)?

5. Free pass! Ask whatever you want!

6. Give me a random number and choose a chapter (19-27) and I'll share the line.

7. Next gen headcanons!

8. Favourite secondary character in ROTB and why.

9. What's the best about writing the fic?

10. What's the worst about writing the fic?

Not necessarily ROTB:

1. The last line you wrote.

2. A line from the scene you last read.

3. Can we ever get a next part to (insert fic name)?

4. The WIPs that never came to life.

That's where we are at. It needs a reread and an edit, and I need to actually write about 2k still.