Feels Like Starting Over

From lt_wes_janson.

Ask my mun anything you want about me, and she'll answer to the best of her ability. It can be about my canon, RP, personality, background, why I am the way I am, and pretty much anything else your little heart desires. The only thing is you have a limit of three questions.

Oh yeah, and this is totally meta, so no using this knowledge against me in game.

I'm sorry for disappearing yesterday, but my DSL went out!! *kicks it* I have to reinstall my wireless stuff for my computer (I'm on my dad's) and then I'll be around later. I hope.

*hugs*

The phone rang just as Will was finishing up the editing on one of his short stories. He answered it before the second ring and pushed back from the desk so he could pick up Blade and put him on his lap.

"Hello?" he said, reaching down for Wendell and putting the smaller dog on his desk. They'd both been clamoring for his attention all morning.

"Will Porter, please," said a pleasant female voice on the other end of the line.

"Speaking," Will said, scratching Wendell behind his ears.

"Hi, Will, this is Gayle Brighton."

"Ms. Brighton," Will smiled. It was the assistant editor for the magazine that had hired him. "How are you?"

"To be honest, I'd be doing better if we had an article from you."

That made him pause, and he put the dogs back on the ground. "I'm sorry?"

"You were hired in November," she said, "with the understanding that you would submit an article once a month for publication. So far, we've received nothing. Now, we understand that--"

"Wait a minute," Will said, cutting her off. "I was told I would be working as a freelance writer and I would be paid by the article. I didn't sign a contract with you stating anything about a deadline."

"So, you thought that we would hire you and you could just write something whenever you felt like it?"

"I--"

"Will, making you freelance meant we wouldn't have to pay you the salary of a staff writer. But... Who talked to you about it?"

"I got a letter from Steve Waterman and he's the one I called."

"Great," Gayle sighed. "Steve was fired last week, but he assured us that he'd explained the terms to you. I'm afraid I'll have no choice but to terminate our association with you, Will. Sorry."

Will blinked and sat back in his chair. "Wait a minute. He didn't tell me, Ms. Brighton. I don't care what he said he told you."

"Did you read the letter of intent we sent you? Or any of the inquiries? What exactly were you waiting for? An engraved invitation to submit your work?"

"I..." Will started rifling through the papers on the desk. He was sure that he'd put away the letters they'd sent him. The letters he hadn't opened because he'd been told by Steve Waterman that they would be sending him paperwork to fill out when he was ready to submit his first article. Will should have known better than to assume he wouldn't have to open them and see for himself what they contained. "Ms. Brighton," he said softly, knowing he had no one to blame for this but himself, "I've been a little distracted. I've recently moved, proposed to my boyfriend, found out that I have a long lost sister and helped impregnate one of my lesbian friends so she and her girlfriend can have a baby."

There was a lengthy pause, then a sigh. "Usually, writers only pull out one excuse from their bag of tricks to explain why they fucked up. But you've got a handful there, don't you, Will?"

"Okay, Gayle, there's no need to be rude," Will said, doing his best to hold his tongue but failing. "They're not excuses. It's my life."

"Is that right? Sounds like maybe you've got too much of a life to work for this magazine."

"Oh, really? Well, maybe I'm better off not working for some no name magazine that will probably go belly up this year."

"Mr. Porter, you are not making a good--"

"And, you know what? If you were running any kind of real publication, someone there would have picked up a fucking phone and called me or sent me an email. Or, even better, not hired some moron who can't do his fucking job right."

"Well, I'm making sure not to make that mistake twice, Mr. Porter," Gayle spat. "Consider yourself fired."

Will slammed the phone down before she could hang up on him. He stared at the unopened envelopes on the desk, then grabbed them and ripped them up before throwing them on the floor. Blade whimpered and hit Will's leg with his paw, his eyes wide as he stared up at his master. Wendell had run to hide under the small sofa in the room when the yelling had started.

Sighing, Will leaned down to pick up the papillon. "I need a job," he said softly, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. He kissed Blade's head. "Got any leads?"

(for orlandomuse and woodlandprince)

Legolas had given the two of them instructions to a meeting place north of where they lived. They'd had to drive a little ways to reach the forest, then had parked the car and began the hike to the meeting spot. Honestly, Will had been as excited about getting out of the city with Orli as he was about meeting their new friend. Well, excited and concerned about seeing firsthand what kinds of injuries Legolas had sustained during his fall. Hopefully, the two of them can tend his wounds if needed. A slight blush tints his cheeks as he thinks about what else they'll be tending.

Now, as they walk, Will takes hold of Orlando's hand and gives it a squeeze. He's missed the chance to be surrounded by the peace and quiet of nature and can already feel himself getting recharged. By the time they reach the appointed meeting place, he's feeling so good, he can't help smiling brightly and pulling Orli to him for a kiss.

Because they were both leery of causing a scene, Will had agreed to meet Orli in the parking lot, and Sandy had agreed to just meet up with them at a later time. A quick call once his plane had landed, and Will knows exactly where he needs to go. He's practically running as he races from the plane, determined to get to Orlando as quickly as possible.

Once he finds the lot where Orli parked, he sees the SUV, and his heart starts pounding in anticipation of seeing his lover.

ooc: I argued with pup and won on the point that since he can't "lock" this post from Kevin (i.e. it's not his private thoughts), it can be public. Go me!

His first night in Los Angeles almost over, Will decides to give his email a quick check and make a post before heading to bed. The email from Kevin is unexpected, but instead of deleting it unread, morbid curiosity (and probably some inebriation) makes Will open it.

He reads it four times, gets a drink, then reads it again, not quite sure what he's feeling. David, his therapist, has mentioned closure with regards to Kevin, making a reply the first step towards that. His own paranoia makes him want to turn off his computer and go to bed. His need to be a better person - the kind of forgiving person he sees whenever he looks at Orlando - doesn't see the harm in a response. He reads the message one more time, drains the scotch in his glass, and hits reply.

To: pnw_pd@livejournal.com
From: will_porter@livejournal.com

Subject: Re: Please read this

Kevin,

You're right about the following things:

Sorry is inadequate. I am happy. You're one reason I locked my journal.

Things you should know:

I thought I hated you, but I don't. I want to make myself forgive you, but I can't. I don't trust you. I'm afraid of you. I don't miss you but I do miss the man I loved thought you were. I'm getting married.

There's no need for you to know anything more than that.

Will

P.S. I'm drunk. I'll probaby regret sending this come morning.

ETA: My brain's been fried from NO friggin' sleep, and I should still be making OOC and RP posts public. It's only Will's journal entries/musings/memes (anything he'd be afraid for Kevin to see) that have to be locked in order to be true to his current situation. Got it? Good, because I don't know how to make it clearer. :-) This announcement will be on all the entries I'm unlocking so I don't get any "I thought his LJ was locked" griping.

The chance for you to boss me around, puddin' pops!

http://juleskicks.livejournal.com/933915.html?thread=4919323#t4919323

From a few friends.

You Are 41% Feminine, 59% Masculine

You are in touch with both your feminine and masculine sides. You're sensitive at the right times, but you don't let your emotions overwhelm you. You're not a eunuch, just the best of both genders.

I think I would have noticed by now if I was a eunuch...