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writethisfanfic2012-11-03 09:11 pm
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WIP challenge: day 3 check-in!
It's the weekend! How's it going for you so far, everyone?
Let's take today's check-in for the posting of snippets, asking of questions (Stuck? Someone else might have a suggestion for you!), seeking of betas, or just general chit-chat. Maybe you've just gotten a fic exchange assignment & want to share your excitement (or nervousness), or just say hi.
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 5
How many words did you write today?
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0
3 (60.0%)
1-249
2 (40.0%)
250-499
0 (0.0%)
500-749
0 (0.0%)
750-1000
0 (0.0%)
1000+
0 (0.0%)
What are your plans for the rest of the weekend?
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Writing
3 (60.0%)
Editing
0 (0.0%)
Posting
0 (0.0%)
Sending to beta
0 (0.0%)
Researching
2 (40.0%)
Canon refresh
1 (20.0%)
Taking a break
2 (40.0%)
& how are you feeling about it all?
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Mean: 3.25 Median: 3 Std. Dev 1.09
Mean: 3.25 Median: 3 Std. Dev 1.09
| Awful 1 | 0 (0.0%) | |
|---|---|---|
| 2 | 1 (25.0%) | |
| 3 | 2 (50.0%) | |
| 4 | 0 (0.0%) | |
| 5 | 1 (25.0%) | |
| 6 | 0 (0.0%) | |
| 7 | 0 (0.0%) | |
| 8 | 0 (0.0%) | |
| 9 | 0 (0.0%) | |
| Amazing 10 | 0 (0.0%) |
Let's take today's check-in for the posting of snippets, asking of questions (Stuck? Someone else might have a suggestion for you!), seeking of betas, or just general chit-chat. Maybe you've just gotten a fic exchange assignment & want to share your excitement (or nervousness), or just say hi.
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Would like suggestions for an approach to a big scene. In LAES (Love's An Electric Storm) there's a scene roughly 3 chapters in that Kate finally tells Tony that he has a 2yo son and I'm struggling with it because I have no personal experience of this kind of situation. There is a pre-series element and Kate/Tony are together and he walks out after a argument/fight when she's around 7 month pregnant. It's NCIS fandom.
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Yuletide assignments went out today! I'm pretty happy with mine, I want to get started on it pretty quickly. Yay, Yuletide!
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As always, I choose the snippet option. The following is from "La Vie en Rose", the A.I.: Artificial Intelligence romance that ended up as robot porn. (And yes, it's a bit long, but I don't seem to have written anything this week that hangs together in less than 600 words.)
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Three grant applications, two thesis proposal reviews, and a set of written interview responses for the most prestigious pop-sci journal in Europe — Allen Hobby had more than enough work on his plate this bright spring morning to keep him occupied well into the evening hours. Immediately upon concluding his dawn video meeting with Lily Shueng and the chief shareholders he'd settled himself at his workshop desk with a fresh cup of coffee and every intention of applying himself diligently…
… but he couldn't concentrate, because Joe was singing.
Not that the mecha was doing it badly: on the contrary, he was beautifully melodic, his voice soft enough that it provided a lyrical background texture rather than an intrusion upon Hobby's workspace. And it wasn't precisely "singing": rather, it was a fluid blend of humming and murmured vocalization that Joe had come up with on his own a little over two months ago, after the installation of the Orison firmware upgrade. Hobby was satisfied with many outcomes of his decision to augment his robotic companion (and with that robot's decision to accept the augmentation), but this effect was among the most consistently gratifying.
He sipped his coffee and tried to focus on the financial data pertaining to James Drew's proposal to create a more compact denier circuit, but Joe's singing ("Mm, hm mm mmm, la da da, il me parle tout bas, je vois la vie en rose...") kept slipping into his awareness and gliding against his skin like an auditory caress. The mecha was unpacking small pieces of equipment from a large box on the lower level and arranging them neatly on one of the work tables, having to cross a space of five or so feet repeatedly in order to accomplish the task. Hobby would not look down at him. It wouldn't be wise, if he intended to keep working.
"Mm, me dit de mots d'amour, mm mm mmm, la da da, et ca me fait quelque chose…"
The Orison upgrade had produced a number of anticipated effects. Perfect pitch in singing (and the act of singing itself) had not been among those predicted, but it had manifested nonetheless.
Hobby kept his eyes on the screen in front of him, but peripheral vision betrayed him. The quality of Joe's movement was far from strictly utilitarian.
"Il est entre dans mon coeur, mm hmm-mm, mm mm mm, dont je connais la cause…"
A delicious chill ran down Hobby's spine at that glissade of notes, and he succumbed to temptation.
Joe, clad in a charcoal grey business suit that nevertheless managed to flatter his slim contours to nearly outrageous effect, was dancing while he worked: carrying out Hobby's orders, certainly, and wasting no time about it, but as Hobby watched he slipped a playful glide-and-turn into the purely practical act of crossing five feet of floor. The mecha was smiling with that quality of simple enjoyment for its own sake that had truly come into its own after Orison's installation, and Hobby could tell that he was inordinately pleased with himself and with the world in general this morning
The sight drew a swell of love from Hobby's heart, sweetly pure and deeply carnal at the same instant, that drove all considerations of Drew's questionable grasp of design theory completely out of his mind. For a breathless moment he was lost in contemplation of this exquisite creature that shared his life, slender and graceful and gorgeous and unrepentantly, magnificently, perfectly sexy even in an act as simple as unpacking a box of linear transduction alignment units.
And so much more than merely sexual. He had always been a tightly coiled set of layers, full of cool mysteries and unexpected behavioural twists even before the installation of Orison. The upgrade had in one important respect done exactly what Hobby had designed it to do: it had opened the furled rose and made Joe even more completely himself.
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Not a stellar day, but there is always tomorrow! Hopefully that gets me cracking.
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And watching the entire first season of Scandal in one sitting.Here is my excerpt, from chapter three of my fic. The beginning is weak, imo; the end of it's stronger.
Santana runs her thumb over her fingertips, examining the dry skin there.
Seriously, fuck collating.
It’s still only 2:35, but she’s felt ready to cut the other interns since about 9am. They come and go, according to their class schedules. When not in class, they brag about being in school, and grouse that this grunt-work “is beneath them.”
She can’t even dress them down for being douchebags who’ve only attended 3 weeks of college class because in their eyes, she must be stupid or lazy for not being in school.
It’s not like they know her grades are actually pretty decent for being a cheerleader.
Also doesn’t help that she got this job because one of the partners here went to college with her dad back when he was pre-med.
“When you’re done with that, would you run across the street and get me a latte?” Santana looks up at Larry, 26-year-old jackass who spends every waking minute in this fucking law firm.
“Sure, Larry,” she says, hoping she sounds happy and not sarcastic. She fights from rolling her eyes as he recites every aspect of his desired latte.
She’s grateful to be outside when her phone vibrates. The rules about computer-use and cell phone-use have never been made explicitly clear, so she basically hasn’t used them much in the office.
Gave her something to catch up on at night, anyway.
God, her life was pathetic.
She thumbs her phone on to read a text from Quinn. All it says, in full, is:
Watch her tonight.
She tilts the phone horizontally so that the keyboard expands and she can type faster.
I always watch her. Fuck off.
She’s so sick of Quinn’s bullshit. Watch Rachel - no shit. It’s the only instruction she’s been given by Quinn. It’s not like there’s anything about it for her to forget.
Kurt and Rachel are supposed to get back from D.C. early this afternoon. Kurt has a 5-hour shift (seriously, his hours suck - he’s going to have to get a second job like, this weekend to pay his bills), so she’s convinced Rachel to go to a bar with her.
There was a lot of fucking whining to get Rachel to come with, but Santana had been adamant. They have fake IDs, they’re 18, they live in New York City, and they’re hot. They’re GOING OUT.
She’s watched her go to class, watched her in her apartment, watched her in Rachel’s apartment.
Tonight she’s going to watch her from inside a bar, and Quinn can suck it.
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I really should have looked more closely at the calendar before I signed on for NaNo. I sing in a 100-voice chorus, and we have a concert this weekend, with both Saturday and Sunday performances. Plus a 4-hour rehearsal last Friday night and another 3 hours Saturday morning. This is exhausting, so every spare moment is for rest and sleep, not writing. I may have to put in a fair bit of overtime at work this month too.
I've already decided I'm not going to lose sleep over my word count, because there's no way I'll make 50K anyway. I'll just do what I can.
I've got 1,690 words so far since Thursday. But at least the story is now underway, and I am excited about its potential. It's an NCIS case fic with a couple of minor sub-plots woven in. It's the most complex thing I've tackled in over 2 years. Think I need to do a bit more scene blocking before I go any further with it. I've written the intro scenes - discovery of the body, arrival at the crime scene, etc. Because it's NaNo free-writing, it's not yet in a condition where I feel comfortable sharing a snippet. But once I get into editing mode, I will. :)