One thing I noticed about writing this is that I skip a lot of the unimportant bits. I think the main reason was that Mummy's Girl had one sex scene after the other to finish its plot. I wanted something more literary, but it ended up jumping from event to event because I didn't want to write scene after scene of people being bitch or tedious school work. If it wasn't important to the plot, then I skipped it.
I got better with Eliza and the Raptor (sci-fi dino porn) and Puppy Mill (fantasy amputation puppy girl) since both stories cover over a year of time (well, more like seven or eight for Puppy Mill) but I didn't feel that the jumps were as jarring. Of course, Dolcett Girls was written in 2009 and both Eliza and Puppy were written five years later. There were a million words between those two, so I might have actually gained skill between the two points.
Which leads into the problem with holding on to things too long. I never got around to publishing Dolcett Girls and now I see it through the eyes of a much older writer. This style really isn't me anymore. It's a fun story, and I think readers are enjoying it, but I've progressed beyond it.
Or, I'd like to think I have.
That said, things will start to skip less right now. We are just past the halfway point in the novel and things are going downhill for a lot of the characters, including Sonja and Meris.
Dolcett Girls 20: Salmon Dance (FF rom, FF viol)
It is time for one of the many dances at the school. This time, Sonja is going with the one person she wants to: Meris. But, Betty has already threatened Meris with going and there will be hell to pay if either shows up. But Sonja isn't willing to let Betty control either of their lives, despite the consequences.
I wasn't sure if the cat fight was really worthy of a sex code, but they do end up stripping each other, so I thought it was appropriate.
The name of the chapter is a bit obscure. There is a phrase called Salmon Day where you spend all day swimming up hill (working) to get fucked and die. I use the term a lot for the days that end up completely in the crapper. Not that the viol tag wouldn't have given that away.