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Hey there!
For everyone who followed me & T3S back in 2017 (and is, for some reason, still around), here's my long-overdue update on the status of T3S!
Some background: I wrote a moderately popular Max/Preston camp camp fic several years ago called "The Sparrow Still Sings." T3S followed a 24-year-old Max as he returns to Camp Campbell to be a counselor.
About a year after I finished the fic, I decided that it was a good enough story to potentially publish. I wanted to go the traditional route--which meant querying agents and hoping to find a print publisher. This also meant that the story could no longer exist on AO3. For that reason, I deleted it. It was a difficult decision to make--especially since I knew that quite a few people in the fandom really enjoyed it.
But being a published author was something that I'd wanted since I was a kid, so I decided to go through with it. I revised the entirety of T3S, taking care to change any copyrighted material within it. Then, I went off to query.
While I did get one full manuscript request (which, let's be real, is probably more than I deserved) I mostly received rejections. Automated rejections.
I tried rewriting T3S several times, but despite my best efforts, I never really managed to fix the things that were fundamentally wrong with the story and the writing. Turns out, I wasn't good enough writer at 18 to be published (shocker, I know).
So what now?
Recently, spurred on by a kind DM, I decided to take one last crack at T3S. The story needs some fundamental reworking--which means it's going to take some time to write up a new draft. BUT the good news is this: I'm no longer considering a traditional publishing route. Once the story is finished, it WILL be indie published. And, as a thank-you to everyone who read it back when it was a fic, I'm going to provide a tumblr-exclusive code for y'all to access a digital version of the published work for FREE.
In the meantime, I'll be active on this blog again with updates about how the story's progressing + the revision process + posting teasers of my favorite new lines and scenes. & of course, I'll probably end up watching the seasons of Camp Camp that I've missed. Feel free to ask me any questions; I'd be happy to answer them :)
Thank you to everybody for your patience! I know it sucks when an author takes down a fic, so I hope that with this post, I can begin to make it up to y'all!
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Resting her chin on his chest she nodded looking up, eyes shining with tears. “I’ll kick your ass if you die.”
Swiping a finger across her wet cheek he tilted her chin upwards “I’ll come back.” He pressed his lips to hers “I promise.”
“You better,” she stepped back when Iris called from the entryway. Wiping her hands across her eyes “that’s probably K.C.”
“I’ll be back,” he repeated, pulling her close, squeezing her tight. Taking several steps he stopped in his tracks “what are you doing here?” he demanded of the person Iris let inside his home.
Swallowing audibly “I’m coming with you.” Easton took several deep breaths before continuing “Luke’s my husband. I can’t sit back and wait. I have to do all I can to help.”
Why is it SO HARD to just quit a damn job in this place?
sterling: "I'm only sitting this close to lys to try to crowd her off of the couch"
lysander: "I'm only letting sterling sit this close to me because the second they fall asleep I'm going to put whipped cream in their hair"
fray: "uh-huh. sure you are."