WIP challenge: March 9 check-in

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What's the latest news today, then?

• Writing
• Editing
• Planning
• Research
• Posting
• Taking a break
• Something else

Friday is sharing-day! \o/ Show us your snippets if you have 'em, ask for a beta (or whatever else you need), or just sum up the past week. Have you been productive? Are you filled with confidence about your project, or is that empty page mocking you?

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I ended up writing about 1000 words of plotting for a new 1920's AU story, "Wound". All in all not bad, considering my deadline is still a gorilla on my back.

Heres's a snippet from "Charm", a story from that same AU:

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The candlelight was warm and flattering on the expensive tableware and white damask tablecloth, the wine (brought in from his own cellars) excellent, the food exquisitely prepared and punctiliously served. Garak would have expected no less: Chez Promenade was one of the most prestigious French restaurants in a city full of master chefs, which was why he patronized it so frequently. But this evening his pleasure was not focussed on the flawlessness of the dining experience, because Julian Bashir was seated across from him, that sweet slender body clad in an expensive tuxedo Garak had crafted with his own hands, those brilliant hazel eyes alight with earnest conviction as he debated the relative (and complicated) merits of Voltaire versus Nietzsche.

He was speaking right now, in fact, a rapid flow of easy (but never ill-considered) words in fluent French, charmingly accented with the slight drawl of Lyons oddly combined with a lingering British inflection. The overall effect was utterly endearing and Garak, replying in perfect Parisian, made no effort to conceal his fond smiles when the darling boy had rare difficulties in finding exactly the right word, and gently supplied suggestions when necessary. The pretty doctor learned fast — he'd only known Garak, and been speaking with him in that language on a frequent basis, for a few months, and already he was almost up to Garak's range of vocabulary: once he heard a word and comprehended its meaning he never seemed to forget it. It was a remarkable trait among the many he possessed, and one of the reasons that they were sitting here now, enjoying a gourmet meal before repairing upstairs to a luxury suite to savour more carnal delights.

It was all very gratifying, and Garak wasn't quite used to it yet.