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FRIDAY! Hooray! (Man, this has been a loooooong week.)

Poll #10919

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How has the writing gone today?

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What did you do today?

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Wrote
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Edited
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Sent to beta
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Posted
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Researched
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I like doing this on Fridays instead of Saturdays, so: give us your snippets, your beta requests, etc. What have you been up to this week? Show us!

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From:

roane

I checked 'posted' but that may be optimistic. I have a LOT of editing to do first, but I'm hoping to do it today.

I may have a snippet later, after I've done some editing. Nothing looks right right now. :P

From:

crowdog66

I look forward to it! :) Your snippets are always a delight to read.

From:

roane

Eeeeee. Thank you. :) Posted one now. :) Hoping the chapter will go up later today!

From:

roane

Right, a small one. Because a lot of this chapter is VERY SPOILERY for what's going on. Have a bit of crazy!Stalker being crazy. As is common in these cases, he's convinced he's been in a relationship with Sherlock for months and months now, despite the fact that this is really the first major conversation they've had.

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"I tried, Sherlock," Jim said, his expression shifting to sorrowful lightning-quick. "I wanted to take care of you, but Harry Watson wouldn't let me manage the tour. Me. Oh no, she passed over me in favour of her brother. Her stupid fucking brother who doesn't know the first thing about the music business." Jim turned and slammed his hands onto the armrests to either side of Sherlock, inches from his face with eyes blazing. "That job was mine! I would have taken such good care of you." His eyes roamed over Sherlock's face restlessly. "Bad enough he took my job," Jim continued, his voice lowering, "but then you let him fuck you. Honestly, Sherlock." Another quick-change to a rueful smile that went nowhere near his eyes. "What am I going to do with you?"

From:

crowdog66

Snippet time! Huzzah!

From Chapter Two of "Incompatible", which is all I really had time or energy to post this week... note the units of time that differ from our own, ie; nanosecond=second, minute=month.

Bob has just realized that Megabyte's offering him a lot more than a seat on his expensive couch and a glass of wine -- and that he doesn't mind. At all. But being what they both are, Bob can't afford to give in. Can he?

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He abruptly realized that he'd mirrored Megabyte's most recent approach, turning his whole body to face the virus more directly. With a blink and a little shake of his head he managed to get a critical bit of cognitive distance, enough to voice some resistance. "Look… there's obviously been a misunderstanding here. If you thought for one nanosecond that I was interested in —"

"Oh, come now, Bob!" Without looking away he extended his left arm and set his half-empty glass on the table, then neatly plucked Bob's glass from his unresisting fingers and put it aside as well. "Protest all you like, but let me remind you that you made the first overture."

"Me?" It came out as a high-pitched yelp that made him mentally kick himself and modulate his voice to a more decisive register — or try to, anyway, because the way Megabyte's hand had come to confidently rest on his right knee was pushing it into the upper registers again. It didn't help that the unrepentant liar was only stating the truth. "I don't know how much you've had to drink, but that's the most ridiculous thing I've heard all minute!"

"I see." He was studying Bob's face critically, including the blush that was rapidly reasserting itself. "So your pupils are dilating purely out of fear? I must say I'm disappointed… Guardians are supposed to be so much braver than the common rabble."

"Dot doesn't seem that scared of you," Bob countered, stalling for time enough to figure his way out of this.

"Ms. Matrix is a unique individual — but she is not the topic under discussion." His fingers tightened ever so slightly, the edges of his claws imprinting Bob's body armour in a threatening way that sent a cold chill racing up the sprite's spine. "Don't try to lie to a master, boy: you wouldn't have accepted my invitation if you weren't at least passingly curious…" His shining eyes grew hooded as his voice dropped to a husky timbre that Bob remembered all too well: "….about any number of things."

Anger surfaced through the complex mix of emotions — amazement, distrust, disbelief, and yes, lust — swirling in Bob's core. To hell with retreating. He leaned forward aggressively. "What makes you think that I'd even consider doing… whatever it is you do… with my worst enemy?" he demanded.

Another brief rumble of laughter from that broad chest. "We're not enemies, Bob — not yet, anyway. We just happen to be on opposite sides in an ancient conflict of interests." His left hand released Bob's thigh and rose to brush the backs of sharp steel talons lightly back along the line of Bob's jaw, his voice equally caressing: "Which doesn't preclude an entirely different sort of alliance, as you well know: otherwise you wouldn't have opened the door to admit the possibility in the first place."

From:

laceblade

Actively working on a fic for the first time in a while! Total word count is 3,075. I'm aiming for 750 words/day, but trying not to stress about it - working on plot is also acceptable!
I have a good idea how the first 10k of this fic are going to go, but not a clear idea for after that.

I might be too afraid to post a snippet, ;_;

From:

ladygriddlebone

I have a 500 words per day goal for one of my WIPs, so naturally all I've written today is a commentfic for a completely different fandom. Sigh.

Hopefully I can get into the right headspace to work on my WIP before too much longer.

From:

lullabymoon

Added 450 words to my bigbang which I am more than happy about.

Since I'm so pleased, I'm feeling brave enough to post a rather rough snippet. Fandom is Taggart and this is very near the beginning.

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Jackie paused from picking up her jacket when her phone started playing the ringtone she had assigned Robbie. She cursed under her breath as she searched through her bag for the phone.

"This had better be you asking about how the party's going."

There was a pause on the other end and she sighed. So much for wishful thinking.

"Jackie," Robbie paused and her heart sunk at the lack of sarcastic reply to her greeting. "It's about the boss." She recognised his tone as the bad news tone he used on relatives and she felt a spike of terror drive through her. "He's in the hospital but he's in a bad way."

"How bad?" Her voice was shaky and she didn't know how she managed to speak.

"It's bad, Jackie." She could hear the terror in his voice now as well and she had to take a calming breath, willing her years of experience on the force to help keep her going.

"Where are you?"

"The Southern." She nearly dropped the phone.

"They took him straight there?"

"Aye." She felt like she was going to be sick. Where Burke lived, they would have only taken him straight to the Southern if his head injuries were so severe… she didn't think she could stand upright if she finished that thought.

From:

linaewen

I was able to do some research and planning this morning before my very, very busy day began. Things are starting to gel with my current WIP so that's exciting! The outline and the planning should start turning into writing very soon.

I just hope that after spending 8 hours on a mail merge (plus interruptions) I'll still feel like writing when I get home! :-D