16th June check-in

[lilly_c]

How's it going toady?

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Today was

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great
3 (37.5%)

average
3 (37.5%)

horrible
2 (25.0%)

And I

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wrote
5 (62.5%)

edited
1 (12.5%)

posted
1 (12.5%)

researched
1 (12.5%)

sent to beta
0 (0.0%)

did something else
3 (37.5%)

As it's Saturday, feel free to share a snippet, ask for a beta or advice.

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[roane]

Ahahaha. Well. What a week this has been. My laptop died. Fortunately, I was able to get a replacement and get the files off my old one, but MAN, it threw a wrench into my writing plans. I am so far behind on my major WIP. But, that didn't stop me from noodling around and posting a short little prompt fic this afternoon, "Satellites". This snippet is not from that, but the Chapter That Will Not Die in Pull the Stars from the Sky. Seriously. I've been working on it for nearly two weeks now, and I've only managed to pull together 3,800 words, and I'm not sure I like any of them. :P

But: so, some money has gone missing, thanks to our resident villain and lunatic, who has been busily stalking our hero across the United States. Here, they've met and are discussing next steps.

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"What if the money turns up—while the police are looking for it—in someone's luggage?" He tilted his head towards Sherlock and smiled. "That would be difficult to explain, wouldn't it? That wouldn't mean a trip back home, oh no. Possibly not for a very, very long time."

"You couldn't do that."

"Couldn't I? Sherlock, I've already demonstrated that getting into a hotel room is the easiest thing in the world; what makes you think I couldn't? The only question is..." He trailed off, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Whose luggage? There's John, of course. Obvious target. But Johnny's a big boy. He'd tough it out. Now Greg..." He shook his head and hissed out a breath. "He's awfully pretty to go to prison, don't you think? Bet he'd be popular, though... Or that little girlfriend of his. She was sweet. Very helpful, you know. Little Molly. I can't imagine what it would be like for her—"

"What do you want?" Sherlock cut him off, losing the facade altogether.

"You, of course." He said it with a smile.