check in day 12

Saturday, December 12th, 2015 21:58
lilly_c: Virgil Van Dijk holding the Premier League trophy on the parade route (Default)
[personal profile] lilly_c posting in [community profile] writethisfanfic
How is the writing going today? What about yesterday?

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Today I

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wrote
3 (50.0%)

edited
3 (50.0%)

posted
0 (0.0%)

sent to beta
1 (16.7%)

researched
0 (0.0%)

planned
2 (33.3%)

had a cheeky break
0 (0.0%)

dealt with life
1 (16.7%)

My progress is

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Mean: 5.50 Median: 5.5 Std. Dev 0.96
woeful 1
0 (0.0%)
2
0 (0.0%)
3
0 (0.0%)
4
1 (16.7%)
5
2 (33.3%)
6
2 (33.3%)
7
1 (16.7%)
8
0 (0.0%)
9
0 (0.0%)
wonderful 10
0 (0.0%)


That time of the week again. Feel free to share a snippet of something that you're working on, link to something to you've posted. Ask for any help that you're in need of (beta, fact finder etc) or chat amongst yourselves if you feel like it.

Date: Sunday, December 13th, 2015 09:09 (UTC)
rebecca2525: Abby Sciuto from NCIS with the word "geek" (Default)
From: [personal profile] rebecca2525
I edited what I've got on my WIP so far and am ready to send it to a friend.

Even Though I Knew the End

Date: Sunday, December 13th, 2015 21:52 (UTC)
cpolk: (Default)
From: [personal profile] cpolk
“Sanguine, coniunge meum et responsē.”
Three drops of blood fell to the cracked asphalt between my feet, landing on the sigil drawn with the scrapings of alarm clock paint and the spores of a Japanese mushroom picked on a moonless night. The moon hid her face, and magic happened.
It’s the principle of contagion and sympathy, see. My blood, activating the bio-luminescent properties of radium and the living glow of the fungus make the connection to the blood spilled here—
You know what, let’s skip that bit. The ground beneath my feet glowed, spreading along the alley in an obscene greenish smear. It touched everything that was blood and made it light up like the hands on a glow in the dark clock, or a—yeah, a fairy mushroom. I would study these photos and read these smears, divine how Miss MacIntyre died at the red-stained hands of the Half-Moon killer.

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