Month Five, Day Five: Saturday!

[wintergrey]

Okay, ficcers, it's Saturday. How did your fanficcing go this week? If you want to share, post an excerpt below. It's Saturday, you deserve it!

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Today, I...

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wrote.
6 (60.0%)

edited.
1 (10.0%)

researched.
2 (20.0%)

outlined.
2 (20.0%)

plotted.
2 (20.0%)

daydreamed.
4 (40.0%)

read about writing.
2 (20.0%)

wrote about writing.
1 (10.0%)

talked about writing.
1 (10.0%)

did none of the above, and that's okay.
1 (10.0%)

did something I might share with you in comments.
1 (10.0%)

My goals for today...

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Mean: 3.67 Median: 4 Std. Dev 1.70

laughed in my face. 1		1 (11.1%)
2		2 (22.2%)
3		1 (11.1%)
4		2 (22.2%)
5		1 (11.1%)
6		2 (22.2%)
7		0 (0.0%)
8		0 (0.0%)
9		0 (0.0%)
cried for their mommy. 10		0 (0.0%)

Comments

[insignia]

I had a think about a character description! That's almost writing, even though I didn't write it down >_>; Anyway, this week has gone better than most of last month, so I'm good.

[wintergrey]

I'm glad things are improving for you! :) And, hey, thinking about it counts. Have to think first.

Saturday update...

[wintergrey]

I posted "today", by which I mean (I think) in the middle of the night last night. Migraine is eating my soul. I did work on original fic but I will blah about that over in ficdaily. *g* I also posted about writing and editing over in inkingitout and hassled my partner about yesterday's Bad Idea Bear attack since they know the fandoms pretty well. They are trying to get me to play MouseGuard which, OMG, is the cutest ever and I know I will have a new fandom if I dare. I mean. Mice. With teeny swords. And big drama. Eee.

Tidbit from the monumental piece of self-indulgence I'm pounding out:

A thin slice of new moon did nothing to light the sea. In the dark, the fishing skiff owned by Meeran’s smuggler friend cut the black water smoothly so that even ridges of it glittered in the glow of the lamp at the bow. At Carver’s feet, Bogdan whined miserably. Mabari were poor sailors.

“We’ll land a mile down from where we want to be,” Gamlen said as he joined them ahead of the mast. The smell of drink was heavy on him. “But we’ll have to walk at least two to get up and around the cliffs. Here.” He shoved a flask at Carver. “You need this more than I do.”

“We won’t find her, will we?” Despair choked him. “So why are you out here?” Carver gave in and drank, steeling himself against the bitter cut of the rotgut searing his throat. How anyone could drink so much of something so terrible was beyond him but the pain comforted him in its way.

“You all think I don’t give a damn but I did once care for that thing people call ‘family’.” Gamlen took the flask back and swigged from it as though it were only water. “Maybe it’s what’s left of that feeling. Maybe I just don’t want people to look down on me more than they do.” He put the flask in Carver’s hand and got up again. “Maybe it’s hoping to get one thing right in this life. My time for that is short.”

“I don’t want…” Carver tried to give back the flask but Gamlen pushed it away.

“Keep drinking, boy. Sea sicks up what it swallows down on the coast. If I wasn’t sure we’d find her, I wouldn’t waste my time on this or my drink on you. But you’ll need it and wish for more, I think, before this is done.”

Re: Saturday update...

[roane]

I don't even know what fandom this is for, but my heart hurts.

Re: Saturday update...

[wintergrey]

<3 Thanks.

Gamlen is canonically a really slimy person and a "loser", but he also shows a loving, concerned side for his family (who he also loathes and resents) on rare occasions, so using him in this fic has been a good exercise. Keeping crappy people as crappy people who also do good things and are good to others here and there—while keeping them IC—is hella work. Carver and Gamlen are in similar positions in their families so I like putting them together in scenes, too. I'm a nerd because I get a kick out of being challenged like this.

[amaresu]

I failed to work on what I was supposed to do, but I posted for the Reverse Remix challange and so it evens out. I think.

My big bang artist is going to hate me so much.

[wintergrey]

That's always such a mixed blessing, isn't it? That's me more often than not. "I DID THINGS. THE WRONG THINGS. YAaaay...kinda."

[amaresu]

It really is. I'm glad I wrote something. But I really wanted to get another 1000 words done on this other project. Because I refuse to do an Oh God This All Sucks edit until I have something resembling a complete draft.

[roane]

GOD. Saturday. Saturday was a DAY. I kept writing half-scenes that were so distant 3rd person, I was just reporting on actions. I could NOT get inside my POV's head. So I did some free-writing to try and figure out what he was thinking. I did figure out what he--a young man in his 20s in a brand new relationship--was thinking, but the result isn't anything I can post here. ;) I felt like I kept running into walls all day.

Anyway, here's a snippet of PG-rated stuff I wrote yesterday. I'm not entirely happy with it yet.
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Detroit to Chicago, an almost nothing trip—they would land before they departed thanks to the miracles of time zones. John was faced with a dilemma: Sherlock was scheduled to go tape an interview for a local radio station’s breakfast show. John was scheduled to go do his usual job overseeing set up for the show. He couldn’t be in both places at once. He mentioned it to Sherlock as they reached cruising altitude and the seatbelt sign flickered off.

“It’s the middle of the day,” Sherlock said. “I’ll have a driver. It’ll be fine.”

John’s lips tightened into a white line. “Do you want to know how many kidnappings and assaults I’ve seen happen in broad daylight?”

“This isn’t a war zone, John.”

“It’s close enough.”

“Listen to me. I’ve had creepy fans before. It’s part of the job.” Sherlock reached over the armrest and took his hand. “Yes, this one has gone a little farther, but ultimately, he’s just another creepy fan.”

John angled his body to face Sherlock more directly. “He could be on this bloody flight and we wouldn’t know it. He knows your schedule. That’s happened before, has it?”

“Well—”

“I didn’t think so.”

[lullabymoon]

Only managed about 150 words over two fics, mainly small edits but I don't mind as it was the day of doing ALL the things.

Rough snippet of the kink_bingo fill I'm working on:

He knew he was asking for trouble, leaving his door ajar like that. He'd seen the look in her eyes though as they had bantered (sniped) at dinner and the thought was more then worth the havoc his students could cause seeing his door ajar at this time of night. Not that they would; he had them too well trained for that.

[crowdog66]

Yesterday (Saturday) I created some story notes in graphic form for the Lethe!verse, but other than that... let's just say it's been a disappointing couple of days. My Writing Machine seems to be temporarily out of gas.

I do, however, have a few short paragraphs from a WIP to share. The story is called "Ligos", it's from the Lethe!verse, and it concerns pre-wedding jitters. Extra points to anyone who spots the ST:DS9 reference. :)

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Hask had seen Bob in trouble several times before, including an incident at the Dance Hall of Eos that had involved a squad of police and a small riot which they'd all agreed never to speak of again — but she'd never seen him this nervous, and honestly, who could blame him?

At the moment he was standing in front of a full-length mirror in his wing of the Red King's quarters with a half-circle of tailors surrounding him at a respectful distance, trying to turn his head around backwards to get a good gander at the fit of his trousers and the fall of his brocade white waist-length cape. "Are you sure everything looks okay? Everything? And by 'okay' I don't mean 'good enough to pass on the parade ground' — I mean absolutely perfect."

Hask clasped her hands between her knees and cocked her head at him from the hassock where she'd been sitting for the past half hour, watching the fitting crew do their work. "Bob," she told him patiently for about the thirtieth time, "honeycomb, you look gorgeous. They'll be writing ballads about the cut of your pants, trust me!"

"They'd better be," the Guardian grumbled, casting a final doubtful glance at the curves of his own ass before turning to fully face the mirror again, this time tugging at the bottom of his short jacket. "Because if there's so much as a thread out of place Megabyte'll have me executed with full state honours."

Hask put both hands over her mouth to stifle a giggle, ignoring the look of annoyance that earned her. "I'll bet he's not obsessing half as much as you are right now!"

"Yeah, well… he doesn't have to wear clothes."

The head tailor in charge of Bob's ceremonial garb, a stout man named Graka with a pleasant round face, stepped smoothly forward and plucked at the shoulders of Bob's cape, a perfectly useless gesture that accomplished nothing but possibly made the sprite feel a bit better. "Master ar Soleus, you look positively enchanting. The Immortal Lord will undoubtedly be unable to take his eyes off you from the moment you step onto the stage."

[wintergrey]

This scene made me laugh. I like moments like this in part because I totally relate to that whole "ugh, INADEQUATE, help" feeling. I also love any time we get to see a character's insecurities and vulnerabilities surface.

I never have time to do all the meta-stuff I want to do. Visual notes like the ones you have there are awesome. I think they add depth because they give the writer something to work with that's more than just the usual in-the-head. I have been very guilty of buying things (music, movies, trinkets, clothing) that are meta-oriented. And possibly writing song lyrics, poetry, finding pictures... ugh. So much fun.

(Garak, of cooourse. A perfect cameo.)

[the_rck]

I've come down with a cold, and thinking is difficult. I'm determined to do some writing anyway, but it hasn't happened yet. I hope I can manage coherency.

[bay_alexison]

Bleh, again late. Last night was able to wrap up one scene and finish off another short scene for my help_mindanao fic. I think I have two or three scenes left, but I still need to come up with an ending. LOL suppose to also do my help_japan story, but I'll get to that once I feel I need a break from my other help auction fic, lol.