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writethisfanficHappy Saturday, Y'all. I can't tell you how happy I am that it is!!
Tell us how your writing has gone since last we chatted.
Today's also the day to post snippets or to request or offer beta services.
So of we go, it's check in time!!
Tell us how your writing has gone since last we chatted.
Today's also the day to post snippets or to request or offer beta services.
So of we go, it's check in time!!
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Date: Saturday, February 11th, 2012 14:30 (UTC)In the process, little bits of dialogue have emerged. Here's a 215-word exchange between Garak and Bashir from that story, in a future chapter in which (in part) they discuss informing their families. Garak, typically, is not being forthcoming.
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Garak: “Rest assured, Doctor, that everyone on my side who needs to know, knows.”
Julian: “My parents are going to kill me. They still haven’t forgiven me for walking out on Palis: when they find out I’ve put four eggs in the oven of a male Cardassian spy…”
Garak: “I deeply resent that remark!”
Julian: “All right, a male Cardassian tailor. Trust me, it won’t make that much difference when it comes to the volume of the yelling involved.”
Garak, brightening: “They sound so… spirited! I think I like them already.”
Julian: “Fine, you can take them to lunch and have a “spirited” argument about what to name our son and why he can’t go live with them on Earth, while I crawl into an access conduit somewhere and hide out until they’ve gotten tired and gone home. It should only take a couple of months…”
Garak: “I think you underestimate my ability to be truly disagreeable.”
Julian: “Garak… you've thrown a vase at my head. Twice. And I’m lucky to still have all my fingers considering how you react when I come anywhere near you with a glass of hiritha milk — see! That's the expression… and come to think of it, it might actually work on my parents…”
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Date: Saturday, February 11th, 2012 19:49 (UTC)no subject
Date: Saturday, February 11th, 2012 21:53 (UTC)no subject
Date: Saturday, February 11th, 2012 22:29 (UTC)no subject
Date: Saturday, February 11th, 2012 15:06 (UTC)Here's a snippet from the fic (Prince of Tennis, Atobe/Shishido/Tezuka, only Tezuka is yet to make an appearance):
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Soon enough Keigo is without a shirt at all. He feels exposed and vulnerable, which is stupid because Shishido has seen him naked countless times in the shower. But somehow this feels different, because Shishido is looking at him with a mixture of awe and want, and it's too much, too close, and he closes his eyes.
"Hey, it's just me," Shishido says and smooths his back.
He wonders whether this perhaps isn't Shishido's first time after all, but no, Shishido wouldn't have had sex with someone while there was still a chance, however minuscule, that he could get together with Ootori, and Keigo really shouldn't be thinking of Ootori at this time and oh god what is Shishido doing fuck yes!
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Date: Saturday, February 11th, 2012 20:55 (UTC)no subject
Date: Sunday, February 12th, 2012 09:04 (UTC)I'm really not sure about the eventual lenght, but I'd guess a long one-shot. I mean, I'm 4K into the fic, and Tezuka hasn't made an appearance yet and won't be doing so for a while. And there will be complications. *sounds ominous* :D
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Date: Sunday, February 12th, 2012 18:03 (UTC)no subject
Date: Sunday, February 12th, 2012 20:16 (UTC)Re: I just woke up, haha
Date: Saturday, February 11th, 2012 16:38 (UTC)I am just... nervous, given that it is an anonymous exchange, that you've posted some of it here. ^^;;;;; Especially because there are a few comm members who are participating in the exchange.
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Date: Saturday, February 11th, 2012 17:11 (UTC)Re: I just woke up, haha
Date: Saturday, February 11th, 2012 17:49 (UTC)Re: I just woke up, haha
Date: Saturday, February 11th, 2012 17:52 (UTC)Re: I just woke up, haha
Date: Saturday, February 11th, 2012 17:53 (UTC)Yuujinchou Exchange (due Mar 17 - 1K word min): 112 new words. Despite wanting to worddump everything first, I edited the parts I've already drafted. I also did some more plotting, and have managed to eliminate some extraneous subplot from the outline. \o/ I'm still meh about the ending I've planned, but it's early yet. Current word count: 2,405
Help_Japan (due 18 years ago - 750 word min): No new words. Current word count: 3,666
Okay guys, I need some ass kicking, for real. T_T I really need to get the exchange fic drafted! I have house guests coming the beginning of March, so I can't rely on that time for writing. Ideally I'd like to have most or all of the it drafted before they land so that I can spend the final week getting edits from other people and making final tweaks. Help_Japan is so late, but I can leave it for later safely while working on the exchange piece.
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Date: Saturday, February 11th, 2012 16:14 (UTC)Took a small break today to see The Muppets movie :D and since I've been home I've been trying to work out how to bring a character from a later ep (1.05) and have them fit the timeline I'm working with (1.01 & 1.02), maybe have them start their crimes earlier than canon suggests. I'm sure I'll make it work.
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Date: Saturday, February 11th, 2012 19:48 (UTC)no subject
Date: Saturday, February 11th, 2012 17:56 (UTC)I've been poking at a new Sherlock thing, which is threatening to to be a VERY crack-filled shipper fic. This is ALL
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Nothing in his years of studying, experimenting, and reading had prepared him for this. Despite all his scoffing about sentiment and love, it seemed he wasn't immune. He knew the chemical signs: elevated pulse, an increase of blood flowing to his face—and, mortifyingly, occasionally other places as well.
For the first time in Sherlock's adult life, he had absolutely no idea what to do. Romantic behavior was learned, but he had never bothered to learn it. It seemed he had some studying to do.
The first thing he did was create a survey online, and post flyers for it anonymously around St. Bart's and New Scotland Yard.
ANSWER A FEW SIMPLE QUESTIONS ABOUT
YOUR READING HABITS AND YOU MIGHT WIN A PRIZE!
http://www.surveybuilder.com/s/LyatP7EfwAA
Beneath that were tearaway tabs containing the URL. The questions were simple:
1. What is the most romantic book you have ever read?
2. Why? Please be as descriptive as possible. "Because I loved it" is not helpful.
Followed, of course, by some simple demographic data. Responses started rolling in. There was no prize, of course, but that didn't matter. Sherlock needed data. Within a week, he had collated and analyzed the responses. Perhaps not surprisingly, most of the respondents were women—he should have realized that men might not be eager to talk about a book perceived as “romantic”. Aware of the issues he might face with errors caused by his sampling methods, Sherlock nonetheless took his list of the top five books to the bookstore and brought home his new textbooks.
He resolved to try one method from each book for five days, and judge at the end which approach was the most effective.
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Yes, the survey is real. Feel free to take it. For science! (And also because I haven't decided what all five books will be yet.)
Re: betaing, I am absolutely willing to beta for folks. Even if it's not a fandom I'm familiar with, I can at least help with writing mechanics and such. PM me if interested.
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Date: Saturday, February 11th, 2012 19:45 (UTC)no subject
Date: Saturday, February 11th, 2012 22:14 (UTC)no subject
Date: Saturday, February 11th, 2012 19:48 (UTC)***
The next convenient stream was fortunately not far, and Hotch set about cleaning off Jack, while their latest stray washed himself and changed his clothes.
"Thank you for the rescue, Sir Knight," the man said, and Hotch took a good look at him.
He was of medium height and not as old as he'd seemed at first glance, although he was probably at least ten years older than Hotch. He had a distinctive face, with drooping features and a scraggly beard. And Hotch recognized him.
"The name is Rossi, Sir Knight. From Cardua, originally, but of late a traveling writer and reader in your fair country." His eyes held a warning for Hotch to not acknowledge his recognition, and Hotch heeded it.
"Sir Hotchner, called Hotch. This is Jennifer, called JJ, my traveling companion."
Rossi's eyes lit up, and he approached JJ with all courtly graces, bowing, kissing her hand after asking her permission. JJ looked like she didn't know whether to be flattered or annoyed.
"So tell me: what brings a knight to these parts," Rossi asked curiously.
"The Queen's decreed a crusade to rid the country of magical beings." For some reason Rossi's eyes cut to JJ at those words, only for the briefest moment, but Hotch filed it away as a curiosity.
"And you joined it." Rossi concluded. "Strauss was always terribly... convincing."
"I joined it because it is the right thing to do," Hotch corrected. "Magical beings cause death and destruction. They need to be eradicated."
Rossi kept quiet for a few minutes, before he returned to his pony. "Anyway. Like I said. Thanks for the rescue. They were all set to kill me back there."
Hotch bit his tongue. Because he knew Rossi's true identity, he couldn't say anything. Couldn't do anything, in fact, but what he was about to do. "Come with us. At least until we get where ever you're going next. Being someone who knows letters apparently isn't safe out here in the woods."
Rossi looked at Hotch appraisingly for the longest while, but Hotch held firm. Then he smiled, slowly, the change in expression changing his entire visage. Hotch noticed JJ's eyes suddenly widening out of the corner of his eye, and almost snorted. Yep. Rossi still had the same magnetism he'd had years ago, when Hotch first saw him.
"You know, that might actually be a good idea. I wouldn't mind having some company for a while."
Hotch very nearly rolled his eyes, but hung his shield back on Jessie and mounted her. As they set off down the road again he nudged JJ out of the way so he could ride besides Rossi for a little while.
"She's off limits, you know," he said conversationally.
Rossi turned his head to look at JJ. "I noticed you introduced her as your traveling companion. Is there something you're not telling me, Sir Hotch?"
Hotch lowered his voice. "No, Sire. But I know who you were before you became Rossi, and she doesn't need any more complications right now."
Contrary to his every expectation, Rossi's eyes lit up, and the older man laughed joyfully. "Good! This is going to be a very interesting journey, then!"
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Date: Saturday, February 11th, 2012 20:32 (UTC)no subject
Date: Saturday, February 11th, 2012 22:34 (UTC)no subject
Date: Saturday, February 11th, 2012 22:13 (UTC)Looking forward to seeing where this goes. :)
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Date: Saturday, February 11th, 2012 22:33 (UTC)It won't be medieval, but, yeah. The edit is going to try to weed out the worst of them. :-)
And Rossi totally spoke to me tonight. :-D I love Rossi, he's such a fun character to play with.
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Date: Saturday, February 11th, 2012 22:46 (UTC)Here's a snippet from the second one.
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Harry gestured towards the living room and made himself at home in the same chair he'd occupied earlier. He toyed with a loose thread on his ragtag jeans until Ron finally sat down. "What does it mean to you, being best mates?" he asked quietly.
Ron opened his mouth to speak, but flushed and fidgeted instead. "I bollocksed things up in fourth year; we both know that. And I didn't do so well with that Horcrux either, leaving you and Hermione like I did. But I've learnt my lesson. I may not like it or understand it, but I'll support you no matter what."
Grateful that Ron couldn't hear his heart hammering in his chest or feel his nerves strangling him, Harry leaned forward, his green eyes intent on Ron's face. "Do you mean that? Even if I decide I don't want to be an Auror?"
"But...." Wiping his sweaty palms on his trousers, Ron gulped and nodded. "Even if you don't want to be an Auror." He gave a nervous laugh. "Reckon you've had your fill of Dark wizards." His eyes narrowed. "You're not thinking of becoming the next Dark Lord, are you? 'Cause if you are, mate, I expect I'd have to rethink supporting you."
"What? You don't want to be the next Lucius Malfoy?" Harry asked with a fleeting grin.
Ron shuddered. "Wouldn't mind having the Galleons, but then I'd have to put up with all that bowing and scraping." He dredged up a smile that did nothing to banish the worry behind his eyes. "What's this about, Harry?"
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Date: Sunday, February 12th, 2012 07:41 (UTC)God. The mental image of Ron as Lucius...XD
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Date: Sunday, February 12th, 2012 00:28 (UTC)no subject
Date: Sunday, February 12th, 2012 03:57 (UTC)This week wasn't a great one for writerly stuff for me due to real life stuff and family distractions. I was able to write and post something for Porn Battle XIII and did some editing, though on that front I'm totally slow bleh. Hopefully next week I'll be more focused.
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Date: Sunday, February 12th, 2012 07:54 (UTC)"Sephiroth, you're not seriously thinking of bringing Cloud with us, are you?"
Sephiroth pulled Cloud's toque down over his ears and helped him get his hand into his glove. "I'm not leaving him here alone, so yes, I am."
"It's too dangerous," Zack protested. "We don't even know what kind of monsters we'll run into out there."
Zack was protesting too much, Sephiroth decided as he held out Cloud's coat for him. It seemed like he wanted Cloud to stay here alone and unprotected. The possibility that Zack hadn't betrayed them was growing ever smaller. "I've been protecting Cloud for over five years," he said, "And a lot of that was in combat situations. If you think I can't keep him safe from a few unknown monsters, then you've sorely underestimated me." He zipped up Cloud coat and held out his boots one at a time. "You've hired that civilian girl; she'll take a lot more protecting than Cloud."
"Tifa's a martial artist; she can at least hold her own for a short while."
"You think Cloud can't?" Sephiroth made a face at Cloud, who laughed silently.
"Are you saying he can?"
Sephiroth simply held out his hand for Cloud to take hold of and led him downstairs. If Zack was conspiring with Shin-Ra against them, there was no need for him to know what Cloud was capable of. It did surprise him that no one but Kunsel had ever guessed; most everyone knew that Cloud was his only match for blood donations, but they never seemed to think about what that meant. Cloud was no fighter, but he wasn't as weak as he led everyone to believe, either.