Ice & Ichor
Pitch
Lizzy has a certain future of bleak poverty unless she or her sister can land a well-off suitor—of which there are none in their small town—so she dances like it's the end of the world... until a pair of rich bachelors and a troup of ichormen move into the neighbourhood
Genre
fantasy
Vibes queer, lighthearted, enemies to friends
Status
1% rough draft
Currently
writing the first chapter and trying to figure out what Wickham's big crime is
Wordcount
1,193
Plot
assembling the bones
Worlbuild
building out
Characters
fleshing out
Opening
Every summer felt more like an ending. Lydia and Kitty danced like mad, as though every party might be the last one. Mary begrudged every engagement that drew her away from her books. Jane spoke seriously of the future, but never for long; Lizzy turned jokes with white-knuckled mirth. Ichor flowed in the Merrytown speakeasy, and if not so pure as the booze in the cities, it had the benefit of being as plentiful, and in less risk of raids breaking up a roaring good time, seeing as how the good Constable Jones was more often than not at the centre of the party himself.
Lizzy has a certain future of bleak poverty unless she or her sister can land a well-off suitor—of which there are none in their small town—so she dances like it's the end of the world... until a pair of rich bachelors and a troup of ichormen move into the neighbourhood
Genre
fantasy
Vibes queer, lighthearted, enemies to friends
Status
1% rough draft
Currently
writing the first chapter and trying to figure out what Wickham's big crime is
Wordcount
1,193
Plot
assembling the bones
Worlbuild
building out
Characters
fleshing out
Opening
Every summer felt more like an ending. Lydia and Kitty danced like mad, as though every party might be the last one. Mary begrudged every engagement that drew her away from her books. Jane spoke seriously of the future, but never for long; Lizzy turned jokes with white-knuckled mirth. Ichor flowed in the Merrytown speakeasy, and if not so pure as the booze in the cities, it had the benefit of being as plentiful, and in less risk of raids breaking up a roaring good time, seeing as how the good Constable Jones was more often than not at the centre of the party himself.
Ice & Ichor
Pitch
Lizzy has a certain future of bleak poverty unless she or her sister can land a well-off suitor—of which there are none in their small town—so she dances like it's the end of the world... until a pair of rich bachelors and a troup of ichormen move into the neighbourhood
Genre
fantasy
Vibes queer, lighthearted, enemies to friends
Status
1% rough draft
Currently
writing the first chapter and trying to figure out what Wickham's big crime is
Wordcount
1,193
Plot
assembling the bones
Worlbuild
building out
Characters
fleshing out
Opening
Every summer felt more like an ending. Lydia and Kitty danced like mad, as though every party might be the last one. Mary begrudged every engagement that drew her away from her books. Jane spoke seriously of the future, but never for long; Lizzy turned jokes with white-knuckled mirth. Ichor flowed in the Merrytown speakeasy, and if not so pure as the booze in the cities, it had the benefit of being as plentiful, and in less risk of raids breaking up a roaring good time, seeing as how the good Constable Jones was more often than not at the centre of the party himself.
Lizzy has a certain future of bleak poverty unless she or her sister can land a well-off suitor—of which there are none in their small town—so she dances like it's the end of the world... until a pair of rich bachelors and a troup of ichormen move into the neighbourhood
Genre
fantasy
Vibes queer, lighthearted, enemies to friends
Status
1% rough draft
Currently
writing the first chapter and trying to figure out what Wickham's big crime is
Wordcount
1,193
Plot
assembling the bones
Worlbuild
building out
Characters
fleshing out
Opening
Every summer felt more like an ending. Lydia and Kitty danced like mad, as though every party might be the last one. Mary begrudged every engagement that drew her away from her books. Jane spoke seriously of the future, but never for long; Lizzy turned jokes with white-knuckled mirth. Ichor flowed in the Merrytown speakeasy, and if not so pure as the booze in the cities, it had the benefit of being as plentiful, and in less risk of raids breaking up a roaring good time, seeing as how the good Constable Jones was more often than not at the centre of the party himself.