WIP challenge: day 3 check-in!

[littlebutfierce]

It's the weekend! (At least in my time zone...) How is the fic coming along today, everyone?

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What'd you do today?

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Write
5 (62.5%)

Edit
0 (0.0%)

Send to beta
0 (0.0%)

Post
0 (0.0%)

Take a break
1 (12.5%)

Research
0 (0.0%)

Plot or do other planning
2 (25.0%)

If you wrote, how many words did you write?

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1-249
1 (20.0%)

250-499
0 (0.0%)

500-749
0 (0.0%)

750-999
0 (0.0%)

1000 or more
4 (80.0%)

& how do you feel about that?

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Let's have our weekly chatting/snippet-posting/beta-seeking post! Have a question? Need a suggestion? Want to gripe? Leave a comment & maybe someone else will have a useful idea!

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[insignia]

I played Diablo 2 instead of writing. I regret nothing.

[snowynight]

I write part 7 of my Alice in the Holy Grail War. My heroine is trying desperately to save her dying friend, but her friend keeps silent about it. I'm looking for someone willing to be a sounding board as I feel that I'm juggling balls in mid-air, not sure when and where they'll fall.

[lullabymoon]

I added 950 words to my big bang which I'm pleased with. It didn't quite finish off that section like I had planned but I should get that done today, depending on how busy work is.

[barbayat]

Finally broke through my writer's block.

Hope once I got some sleep I will be able to continue. Wrote over 1100 words and hope that I can finish the chapter later today. Now that I actually have something I am dying to know what my beta thinks about it. It's the first from the POV of the canon main character and he so difficult to write.

[lilly_c]

I got 2 ficlets finished last night for a fandom I've not been in for years and I have about 400-500 words to add to a one shot for my current fandom. Quite pleased with them.

I'm gonna need a beta for the one shot because I am doubting myself. It's F/F smut and although I've written smut before I've not written it with a slash pairing. I'm probably worrying over nothing but I'm not really a NC-17 writer.

As I'm not working till next weekend the plan is to get back to working on DFITM and to get chapter 6 written, tackle and try to nail the pain that is chapter 3. Also get all my notes for the most recent eps typed up too.

[linaewen]

I'm traveling, so I can't do any writing at the moment, but I spent the night with a friend who is one of my betas. We had a nice chat about one of my WIPs, as I proposed a couple of plot ideas and she helped me choose between two possibilities. So talking about fic happened, at least, and some important decisions were made. ;-)

[crowdog66]

Like barbayat, I broke through a case of writer's block and posted two short stories totalling maybe 2000 words: "Perchance to Dream" (Deep Space Nine, Garak/Bashir) and Chapter Twelve of "ReBoot: A Miscellany" (ReBoot, Bob/Megabyte with references to Bob/Dot and Dot/Mouse). The "Miscellany" is a collection of often unrelated short stories, and Chapter Twelve is the second part of the "Matchmaker" series within it. I'll post a bit of that just because it's more fraught with obvious dramatic tension.

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Bob's stride was bold and determined as he entered the small control room where Megabyte was conferring with two binome scientists in front of an array of console-mounted screens, but he stopped dead in his tracks a nanosecond later, his core-code sinking as he realized what a critical misstep he'd committed by coming here. But it wasn't like he'd had a whole lot of choice about it, had he?

The code Eros had unleashed on Mainframe had not only affected the minds and emotions of its inhabitants: it had royally screwed up communications, and Vidwindow links produced only static and the occasional broken word or fragment of data. When one had opened in front of him in Dot's Diner, springing into existence between himself and the ardently kissing female sprites he'd been staring at in utter dismay and disbelief, it had instantly captured his attention but done him very little good: all he'd been able to hear was syllables of what was clearly Megabyte's voice and all he'd been able to see were isolated numbers flickering too quickly to be processed. But he'd been able to gather that the virus was trying to send him sensor readings of some kind, and since they might prove useful in capturing Eros or reversing the effects of the hacker's lust-code — hell, Bob was willing to go for anything at this point that promised a solution — he'd been forced to leave Dot and Mouse to their own devices and head for the Tor. They'd both promised him that they'd "get right on things" at their end, but judging by the heated looks they were exchanging Bob had a sinking suspicion that the "things" they were referring to had nothing to do with the problem at hand and everything to do with their ends.

The prospect of that had burned him all the way to the capacitower of Ghetty Prime, and not in a good way. Based on Mouse's explanation he knew full well that neither the hacker nor Dot could be held responsible for what was going on: they were in the grip of something bigger than both of them, after all. But the thought of those ruby lips being kissed by someone else… anybody else… not for the first time, Bob was beating his head against the brick firewall of why he wasn't able to come right out and just tell Dot how he felt. It's not like the words — Dot, I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you — were that hard to say… none of them cracked three syllables, and Bob wasn't exactly a guy who was ever short on snappy phrases. But for some reason when he looked at Dot those particular words, the most important ones, never seemed to get anywhere near his tongue.

Why not? Because he was scared spitless, that's why. Deep down, in a place she'd never see, he was terrified that she'd laugh at him — or worse yet, cut him dead. He didn't think he could bear it if Dot told him she never wanted to see him again.

But seeing her kissing Mouse…

As he approached Silicon Tor he'd firmly put the painful matter as far from his processor as he possibly could. Being distracted around Megabyte was never a good idea, and if the virus had been networked… well, Bob had heard stories of viral behaviour on the rare occasions when the carnal passions of those alien creatures held sway, and he'd certainly seen the phenomenon in action plenty of times with Hexadecimal. In Megabyte's case a certain animal savagery was never really far from the surface; the addition of sexual desire to the mix would doubtless make it all the more susceptible to being triggered.

What if he's been networked with Hex? Descending into the well of the Tor, Bob had barely suppressed a shudder at the thought. Megabyte and Hexadecimal could barely refrain from trying to destroy each other at the best of times: sexual chemistry between the two of them would probably be explosive in every sense of the word. But he could see no visible sign of disturbance, and as he stepped off his zipboard a viral binome had approached him to inform him that His Immensity was in Control Room Five, and then had proceeded to lead him deeper into the Tor's labyrinthine hallways than Bob had ever been able to penetrate before.