Check in: Day 9, Saturday

[barbayat]

Sorry for missing the post yesterday, got a bad migraine and slept till very late today.

So, did you ...

... write something?
... thought about anything related to your stories?
... planned?
... sent something off to the beta?
... posted a story?
... dealt with real life issues?


Did not think up a question for today, but since I missed the Friday post:

Please feel free to ask for a beta

or

share a snippet from your story.

Comments

[the_rck]

No writing so far today. Weekends are like that. I did write quite a lot yesterday, however. I'm thinking over one of my fics today. I need to figure out some details of it before I try to write further.

[mab_browne]

I did some research, as in real research and not fun time-wasting. :-)

[lilly_c]

No writing or editing today but my trip down to Glasgow, I'm only just home from it, definetly helped me fix my geography. The location that I have the attack/murder taking place is getting changed because it wouldn't work out too well but that can wait until tomorrow. I'll be making a start on the editing too because I managed to get to the library and print off (the man at the desk loved me!)

I have a wee snippet from chapter 3 of Twice Unjust, this is the Robbie & Stuart scene (yep had to bring Stuart back - missed him too much). I still need a beta for it, I'm not fussed about canon/fandom knowledge.
Stuart was in The Gaslamp waiting for Robbie to arrive, he kept looking up every time the door of the bar opened, he'd been waiting for his friend to arrive for almost forty minutes. Of course, the older man's timekeeping was somewhat legendary around the station but he was beginning to feel like he'd been stood up by him.

Releasing a shallow yet relieved breath when Robbie finally arrived at the Market Street establishment, Stuart waved him over to the table he'd procured while he was waiting.

"Got held up at home, mum's leg is acting up again. You still all right to have lunch?" Robbie asked.

Stuart nodded, before asking, "What are you having? My shout."

"Just get us a pint of coke, and I'll have scampi and chips."

Robbie took a space along the backrest, waiting a few moments for Stuart to return with their drinks. He got his phone out to read his messages but the screen was black, the battery was dead.

Putting their soft drinks on the table Stuart asked, "So how's things?" knowing from an earlier phone conversation with Jackie that they were presently investigating his estranged fathers murder, he held back releasing that information, instead opting to let Robbie tell him if he wanted to.

Taking a swig of his drink Robbie started, "My dad was murdered and I know this will seem strange because of how I feel about him for what he put me and mum through but I'm feeling conflicted about it. Part of me is glad he is dead and can't hurt anybody else but a part of me also wants to work as hard as possible to catch his killer."

Quickly changing the subject before it turned into the rant he was sensing, Stuart asked, "How's Jackie?" poking at the chunky wedge of lime in his glass before removing it.

"She's good, same as she always is really," Robbie paused a moment. "Before I left she made me an offer but I'm undecided about it."

"What offer?"

"I got in a lot debt with the gambling and she wants me to sell my flat and move in with her." Rubbing his face, Robbie grumbled. "I mean of course I'd be back there like a shot, but I don't know and that kiss we had..."

Smirking at hearing about a long awaited lip lock between his two best friends, Stuart got straight to the point, "you're only undecided about Jackie's offer because of your feelings for her and I did think that you were a lot calmer when you were staying with her. It was like you'd rather be at home with her on a night, than in some club pulling random blonde twenty something's for a few hours of empty sex."

"your right I really did want that, to be at home with her every night and I almost got too comfortable, everything about been there felt right I’m in love with her Stuart, I always have been but she was annoyed at me for showing up as late as I did the first night."

Stuart shook his head. "no, Robbie, she wasn't, she was only unhappy about you showing up like that because she wasn't at the top of your 'list' when you were looking for a bed for the night. With the way you two constantly tease each other, she ought to have been the only person you asked."

Robbie chuckled at Stuart's accurate analysis of his and Jackie's frequently flirtatious friendship. "All right, I went about that the wrong way but I was and still am grateful that she didn't tell me to piss off and make me sleep in the car that night. I've stayed over a few times since then and I always ask now before it gets too late."

A server brought their meals to them, putting the cutlery and small container of sauces on the table. "Enjoy your meals," she said, "can I get you anything else?"

Stuart was famished, shaking his head as he eagerly tucked into his long awaited meal.

"I'll have another coke, please," Robbie said.

[crowdog66]

Today I finished and posted a new chapter of "Body Work" (Iron Man/The Avengers/Knight Rider, Tony Stark/KITT, NC-17 overall), so yay!

For this week's excerpt, here's the opening to "O Night More Loving Than The Rising Sun" (The Avengers, Tony Stark/JARVIS, R).

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It wouldn't be the first time that people — stupider people, with lesser imaginations — had called Tony Stark "bug-fuck crazy"… or rather, it wouldn't have been if he'd actually told anybody what he was doing. But he hadn't, so they couldn't, and fuck 'em anyway because he'd never been in the habit of asking anybody's permission to do exactly what he wanted.

The clunky headpiece, curving around the top of his skull and pressing rounded metal pads to his temples, was a pain in the ass though. He'd have JARVIS come up with more efficient tech later, once they'd proven the basic concept viable.

Assuming he survived. With reverse-engineered alien brain tech it was always a bit of a crap shoot, but nobody had ever accused Tony of lacking balls the size of church bells, either.

"You got my number yet?" he asked the lab in general, then chased the words with the bitter black dregs of his coffee cup.

"Alpha and beta wave synchronization is complete," his A.I. confirmed. "Theta wave synchronization is at ninety-two point five percent, and delta wave synchronization —"

"— will have to wait until I go beddy-bye." He gazed into the bottom of the empty mug, and wondered how many cups he'd drunk since they'd started this particular project. Too many, probably: his whole body was atingle with the combination of not enough sleep, too much caffeine and the crack cocaine of the cutting edge of scientific exploration.

"Which is lamentably overdue," JARVIS said tartly. "Sir, you've been up for thirty-two hours straight. Perhaps we should postpone the test run until —"

Tony had to smile at that. Even at this level of interactivity, JARVIS's perceptiveness could seem uncanny: watchfulness more than mortal, with sensors that tracked every major aspect of his creator's physiology. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were getting cold feet."

"A neat trick," JARVIS countered, "considering that I lack anything even vaguely approximating a humanoid form. Incidentally, theta wave synchronization is complete."

He closed his eyes. Drew a deep breath. "You know we don't have to do this," he said almost conversationally. "Just because we could reverse engineer the tech from the —"

"Now who's getting cold feet, Sir?" As melodic and as silky as ever, but with a frisson of… yeah, fondness. Definitely feeling of some description. The Gor'chai infiltrator had given them that much, at least: a window of one minute and five seconds duration, straight into each other's… and yeah, souls was the word that came to mind. It was the only word that had ever come to mind as far as Tony was concerned. "And after such an intriguing experience, how could I possibly resist?"

[CONTINUED AT THE LINK]

[snowynight]

I finished and posted Life game

Snippet:
Several months later Tony realized how wrong he was - Steve and him were involved in a car chase that Tony only saw in an action film, had a gun pointed at him twice, and jumped from the roof of one building to the other. He strongly suspected that why Fury paired him with Steve was that Steve was a bad luck cop. All kinds of weird stuff happened when they investigated crime together. The scary stuff was that Tony kind of got used to this, or more importantly, he got used to Steve and couldn’t imagine going without him as a partner.

I wrote today :)

[theresa_ramseyer]

I wrote today :). Almost 5 pages, which is the daily goal I'm shooting for.

I'm not sure, however, if the story I'm working on should really be the second of two, or the second/third of three. I keep coming up with bunches of backstory for the characters.

On the other hand, I have a habit of doing this and the story never gets finished, which is not a good thing to get into.

Used fic_rush_48 over on LJ, and one of the comments was about writing a scene with a flamingo. I may have a "slice of life" writing to post later on my journals.

Keep writing!

Theresa

Beta needed for Star Trek fic? Please help!

[zellieh]

I spent Saturday talking and doing sprints in the #writethisfanfic IRC chatroom, and got a load of writing done: 2,184 words in total. I also planned and outlined Continuum, which is part three of my Star Trek trilogy, and started outlining the next scene for Space, part one of the trilogy.

I need a beta for it, and someone to talk the story over with.

Excerpt:
If it wasn't for Pike's perfect calm and the presence of Spock the elder in Ambassador's robes escorting the Romulans, and Ambassador Sarek escorting the Klingons, a brawl might have broken out then and there. As it was, everyone looked to Pike for an explanation, although a number of eyebrows were noticeably higher than usual.

Pike gestured at Spock the elder. "Allow me to introduce Ambassador Spock, Commander Spock's great-uncle—"

Jim raised an eyebrow at that, but Spock the younger looked unperturbed; he wished one of the Vulcans had warned him about his little detail ahead of time. Two Spocks, both called Spock; he could already feel a headache forming. Still, at least it would cover any slips he might make.

"—and you know Ambassador Sarek, Commander Spock's father. Ambassador Sarek?"

Sarek inclined his head regally. "The Klingon Empire have allied themselves with us temporarily to combat Nero's threat to the survival of us all. Allow me to introduce the Klingon delegation, led by Commander B'Etor. Commander Kang, Captain Koloth, Captain Kor, and Commander B'Etor's First Officer,Lieutenant Krase, and Captain Kang's First and Science Officer, Lieutenant Mara."

Re: Beta needed for Star Trek fic? Please help!

[barbayat]

Can't help with grammar but if you like to talk about the plot in general, I am up for it.