MDJRacer

Collision is WRITTEN!
          	I've JUST finished the last line about two minutes ago.
          	I'll be running a quick spellcheck - but as always, I do not have a beta reader and I generally over-scrutinise my own work so I will NOT be editing until its fully published (because that then locks me into the story I've written, meaning I don't have room to overedit and ruin it)
          	
          	Here is a little sneak peek at one of the chapters:
          	
          	“Jess?” He calls out as I reach up once more with the paintbrush. 
          	
          	“In here!” I call back, not taking my eyes off the wall. I hear his footsteps approaching, and a moment later, he’s leaning against the doorframe, watching me with a grin.
          	
          	“You missed a spot.” He teases, pointing to a tiny patch I haven’t reached yet.
          	
          	“Har, har. Very funny.” I roll my eyes, and I dip the paintbrush back into the tray, where I’ve abandoned my roller an hour ago because I’m trying to get all the edges done first. “Gonna help me?”
          	
          	“Nah, I think I’ll just supervise.” He steps closer, inspecting my work with exaggerated seriousness, pulling a thoughtful look as he nods his head. “Very impressive technique. But you should be careful—"
          	
          	Before I can react, he gently swipes a finger across a freshly painted section, leaving a streak on his fingertip. He holds it up like it's evidence of a crime. The grin on his face is all teeth and cheekiness. I have a stray thought of paintbrush to his face, do it.
          	
          	“I swear, Max, if you—”
          	
          	He does it again, and I just… Smear the paintbrush on his shirt, without hesitation. His lovely white shirt now has a dark blue smear on it. That’ll never come out. For a moment, I think I’m about to regret it, but Max picks up the roller and lunges for my arm, leaving a blue smear on my skin and shirt sleeve.

MDJRacer

Collision is WRITTEN!
          I've JUST finished the last line about two minutes ago.
          I'll be running a quick spellcheck - but as always, I do not have a beta reader and I generally over-scrutinise my own work so I will NOT be editing until its fully published (because that then locks me into the story I've written, meaning I don't have room to overedit and ruin it)
          
          Here is a little sneak peek at one of the chapters:
          
          “Jess?” He calls out as I reach up once more with the paintbrush. 
          
          “In here!” I call back, not taking my eyes off the wall. I hear his footsteps approaching, and a moment later, he’s leaning against the doorframe, watching me with a grin.
          
          “You missed a spot.” He teases, pointing to a tiny patch I haven’t reached yet.
          
          “Har, har. Very funny.” I roll my eyes, and I dip the paintbrush back into the tray, where I’ve abandoned my roller an hour ago because I’m trying to get all the edges done first. “Gonna help me?”
          
          “Nah, I think I’ll just supervise.” He steps closer, inspecting my work with exaggerated seriousness, pulling a thoughtful look as he nods his head. “Very impressive technique. But you should be careful—"
          
          Before I can react, he gently swipes a finger across a freshly painted section, leaving a streak on his fingertip. He holds it up like it's evidence of a crime. The grin on his face is all teeth and cheekiness. I have a stray thought of paintbrush to his face, do it.
          
          “I swear, Max, if you—”
          
          He does it again, and I just… Smear the paintbrush on his shirt, without hesitation. His lovely white shirt now has a dark blue smear on it. That’ll never come out. For a moment, I think I’m about to regret it, but Max picks up the roller and lunges for my arm, leaving a blue smear on my skin and shirt sleeve.

MDJRacer

I just want to say a HUGE thank you, though, to those of you who have followed Turbulence, have commented and chatted to me both on here and on AO3. Your support on my first fanfic in a decade has been so important to me. I appreciate every single one of you, even the silent readers. I see you, I love you all, and I hope that you will enjoy my plans to further the Jaguar team & Jess and James' story.
          
          Now for the announcements:
          • I am *FINALLY* into writing the last arc of Collision - which will follow the off-season period.
          ⚠ Now a VERY IMPORTANT WARNING, it focuses on (slightly melodramatic but with appropriate build up) drama, interpersonal stuff, and racing does not feature heavily in it, but it marks the shift into me coming out of introductory storytelling and into the general world and plots. As always, triggering chapters will be marked, and this story will also be 18+. 
          
          • Although the James-centric story is on the back burner to spare me stress and time, he will still feature heavily in the Jess-centric stories. He is her best friend, he isn't going anywhere. And regardless of what happens to Logan Sargeant, he will also remain a very important character in the story as well!
          
          • I'm taking suggestions for things you want to see written in little ficlets. So, if you'd like to see another character's view of a race or an event/chapter, please do let me know!
          
          • And finally: I am working on the planning stage for the next book, working title - Velocity. This will also somewhat follow the current season, but it will have to deviate quite a bit to suit the plans I have for my characters!

MDJRacer

Ahh, the *though* didn't need to be there! Haha, sorry, I'm writing Collision as I wrote this announcement! 
            I'm a busy lil bee, and as an apology let me give you a tiny look at something in Collision:
            
            “Then what did you mean, eh? You wanted to prove your worth, you wanted to show you are not some little girl. This is how the world works, Jessica.” He’s putting emphasis on my name, the J being said in that Spanish lilt of his. “Verstappen is a viejo amargado. You wanted to be bad guy.”
            
            I pause, stopping in the middle of the path, a lump clogging my throat. He’s right. I did say that. I said I wanted to know how he did it. I said I wanted to push back. I agreed to all of it. I could’ve said no at any time. I made this worse. I played my part. And now I’m facing the consequences of it. I swallow hard, my phone feeling like it might fall out of my hand. Fernando’s right. He’s absolutely right.
            
            “I didn’t want this to end up causing—”
            
            “This is the real world, Jessica.” Christ, he sounds like a disappointed dad and also an annoying prick at the same time. 
            
            I sigh, moving again, turning right, ducking between two parked cars. “I know that. But I didn’t know you’d decide to take things this far and straight up go for the attack.”
            
            “Is not attack. Is truth.”
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