WIP Challenge: March 16 check-in

[roane]

It's my personal favorite day of the week! How are things going today?

• Writing
• Editing
• Planning
• Researching
• Posting
• Thinking/resting/to hell with it today

Discussion: Yay! It's snippet day! Share progress, ask for beta help, whatever you need. Go for it.

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[enemytosleep]

Yuujinchou Exchange Bonus Treat #2 (due Mar 24): Posted! \o/ No link as it's for an anon exchange that's not live yet.

Yuujinchou Exchange Bonus Treat #3 (due Mar 24): 465 new words. I had to scrap all of what I wrote yesterday in this re-write, but that's okay. Current word count: 465

Help_Japan (due 18 years ago - 750 word min): No new words. I promise to give this love after the Yuujinchou exchange stops eating my brain. O.o Current word count: 3,666

[dragonfly]

OMG, someone else who hasn't written their help_Japan story, YAY!

(or, not yay, as the case may be *g*)

[enemytosleep]

*wails*

Geez, I don't know why I have been so blocked on that fic, but it has been the hardest assignment I've ever had. D: Despite the prompt being something one would assume I'd be into given what I've written/write, I was have not been enthused with it much at all, which continually starts this cycle of self-loathing and guilt. I will be SO happy to finally finish it off. T_T

[dragonfly]

I knoooow. I'm the same way. Because I have to write it, I don't want to, and then I feel guilty and it all gets worse!

[crowdog66]

A day of non-writing, alas -- too much paying work to do!

As for progress, I've posted a lot of wordage on "Sway" this week (huzzah!), so the snippet I'll share is from the gourmet dinner/seduction scene. Julian has just invited Garak to compliment him as an antidote to Garak sounding too much like Julian's father...

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Garak appeared to consider that option while the waiter, who had just come down the stairs with his assistant, changed out their dinner plates — Garak indicated with a flick of his fingers that he was done with his as well, even though he still had several mouthfuls of food remaining — for cover plates holding small dishes of the creme brulee. He topped up their wine glasses to the halfway mark again, replaced the bottle in its cooler, then paused just long enough to receive a tiny nod from Garak before departing again.

"Compliment you," Garak mused once the servants were gone, and there was a sparkle of amusement in his eyes now. "What could I possibly say that a beautiful young man like you hasn't heard before?"

"To be honest, the women I've met haven't been terribly forthcoming — it's mostly a case of me telling them how lovely their eyes are, or how soft their hair is, or how much that dress suits them. One of them told me I was 'the eel's hips', but I'm afraid that's as far as it's gotten."

"'The eel's hips'?" Grimacing, he cracked the shell on his dessert, the expression of distain smoothing out as he enjoyed the first sweet mouthful. "That doesn't sound very complimentary at all."

"It is, actually, but it's also rather generic."

"Didn't your mother ever offer you any terms of endearment?"

"I wouldn't think she'd count in this particular race, but she did tell me that I had the sweetest smile of any little boy she knew, when I was still in knee pants."

"Well, rest assured that you haven't grown out of that." He kept hold of his spoon but rested his wrist on the tablecloth, seeming to appreciate every detail of Julian's appearance. "Your whole face lights up with it, and your eyes sparkle with both wit and intelligence — which are not necessarily the same thing."

"So do yours," Julian countered, but he had to drop his gaze for a moment, feeling suddenly and unaccountably shy in the presence of such an incisive evaluation.

"Ah, but I lack the frame of your face, which is nearly Classical in its perfection." The words were low and gentle, an intangible caress. "Or the hue of your skin, with its dusky golden glow and its charming tint of rose when you blush that way. Surely I'm not embarrassing you?"

"I'm not embarrassed," Julian murmured, paying careful attention to his creme brulee, to the patterns his spoon was carving out of its integrity. "I'm just… not used to it, that's all."

"What are they teaching young women these days," Garak lamented, "if not to properly praise the handsome young men who pay court to them?"

"To dance the Charleston and bob their hair and drink bootleg gin," Julian said, then added after a mouthful of dessert: "Not that there's anything wrong with that, you understand."

[roane]

You know, I haven't seen much of DS9 at all, but I really like the way you write this two. I can see it very clearly.

[crowdog66]

Thank you. :) They're a very interesting pairing with a fascinating dynamic, so it's easy to write them well, I find.

[linaewen]

Your Garak is so awesome! I can almost hearing him say this to Julian! Garak is one of my favorite DS9 characters, second only to Chief O'Brien in my affections. ;-)

[dhae_knight_1]

Back in foster-mom prentiss land. I figure I need to follow my energy-levels for a while.

Here; have a moving-day, team-style:

The entire team turned out for moving day. Hotch and Morgan did most of the heavy lifting, while Reid's eidetic memory had him overseeing the packing and unpacking, since he remembered, exactly, what was in every single box. Garcia and JJ were the packers, with attention to detail, and Garcia doubled as the go-to-girl for setting up a new Wi-Fi network, fixing the cable and, generally, setting up every electronic gadget and gizmo Prentiss owned.

Darkness found the team scattered in the soft furniture of Rossi's (and now Prentiss') living room. Even Hotch had abandoned his usually perfect posture in favor of sinking as deeply into an overstuffed chair as humanly possible. Rossi was taking care of dinner, pulling pre-made dough and pre-slized veggies out of the fridge along with a big jar of tomato-sauce; three quarters empty.

Taking orders from the near-supine team by way of talking loudly, he assembled a half-dozen pizzas, and within 30 minutes the team was chowing down on fragrant, home-made pizzas from the comfort of their chairs and couches. Only Reid seemed to be still going strong; chatting a mile a minute about obscure facts linked by tenuous asides. He finally settled on the arm of the chair Hotch was sunk into, once Prentiss had allmost begged him for a break.

[roane]

DINNER SCENES! We love it when the team has dinner together! :)

[insignia]

I've run out of steam. Besides a few words here and there, I'm not getting anywhere with any of my fics.

[roane]

OMG I actually started writing the Giant Sex, Drugs, and Rock & Roll Sherlock AU of Doom (tentative title ;)). And the next story in the Defence Mechanisms series. Which starts like so:

When John comes downstairs the next morning (the morning after, he catches himself thinking), Sherlock is in a rare moment of stillness. He's leaning against the kitchen counter in his dressing gown, hair still sleep-mussed, eyes on the laboratory jumble on the table.

“I think it's best if one of us leaves.” It takes John a moment to make sense of the words. He sounds as if he's just suggested curry for dinner. No, actually, on the rare occasions he makes a decision about food, he usually sounds more interested in this.

“What?”

“You heard me perfectly well.” Sherlock still isn't looking at him. “I think one of us should consider a new flat.”

“By one of us, you mean me,” John says, inner pugilist rising with both hands up.

[lilly_c]

Done nothing today. I was on the road for almost 12 hours but I did decide while I was travelling to rewrite one of my fics for this round of prompt_in_a_box because I like this idea more than the one I started. Need to find a couple of hours next week to get it done.

[linaewen]

In spite of spending more hours than was good for me on a work-related newsletter, I managed to get in some writing time and produced 460 more words on my WIP chapter! \o/

But now I seem to be getting sick, so I think I'll call it a day and hope for a better tomorrow. I have a day off all to myself, and I want to write -- I hope I won't spend it sick in bed instead! :-/

[terabient]

I worked on a number of abandoned ideas and not at all on the fics that are due at the end of the month! :Db

Have been writing a number of short bits using the 1st-person perspective, which is new for me. It is kind of interesting but I worry about sounding repetitive.

Snippet:

Two red eyes opened, illuminating the room like embers. Whatever had woken was not Raphael, but some hideous creature that had stolen his form. When it spoke, it was in a warped mockery of Raphael's voice.

Child. You wish to save this man?

I did not know how to respond. I wanted this parasite out of Raphael at once. But it was clear, even to me, that the creature had kept Raphael's injuries from killing him. If I hoped to see him alive beyond this moment, I would have to parley with the beast clothed in his flesh.

“Tell me what I must do,” I whispered.

[snowynight]

After starting off in wrong directions, I finally have 3K of cyberpunk reverse bang fic. I'm glad that finally I have an idea.

[bay_alexison]

Managed to talk to my beta through Skype and she said she'll try to get Chapters Six and Seven done (and some book/movie recommendations related to a couple topics in the story, lol). Also I got the okay to Chapters 1-5 tomorrow and the rest later so I'll be doing that. Excited for tomorrow!

As for writing got a little over 300 words of my god_tier fic, so the work at the moment is 1800 words. Very close to the 2500 mark. As for how many words to finish the story...we shall see! XD

[littlebutfierce]

I fell asleep before I could check in yesterday. ^^;;; Though that says something right there. Fridays are always my do-nothing day b/c I'm so knackered from the rest of the week (poor sleep hygiene catching up w/me, etc.) & I go to the gym & class right after work, so by the time I come home I am absolutely useless. I'm really hoping to get some serious writing & editing done this weekend, though.