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writethisfanficOkay, fellow ficcers, it's Friday!
How's today going??
Are you...
~ writing?
~ reading?
~ critiquing?
~ outlining?
~ brainstorming?
~ pulling your hair out?
~ allowing the muse a vacation, or at the very least a long weekend?
And it's also weekly snippet/beta-seeking/general chat day, so we'll do that instead of a discussion question.
How's today going??
Are you...
~ writing?
~ reading?
~ critiquing?
~ outlining?
~ brainstorming?
~ pulling your hair out?
~ allowing the muse a vacation, or at the very least a long weekend?
And it's also weekly snippet/beta-seeking/general chat day, so we'll do that instead of a discussion question.
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Date: Friday, July 29th, 2011 15:11 (UTC)Today I have a Harry Potter snippet. So just a bit of setup, after HPDH2, Narcissa temporarily leaves Lucius. And she's staying at 12 Grimmauld Place, though only a few people actually know that. She pops back to Grimmauld Place after meeting with Lucius...
She apparated into the kitchen. The hearth was cold and the whole house was quiet as far as she could tell. Kreacher was probably doing the shopping or the laundry or shuffling around upstairs. She was going to miss this place. She'd have to tell Harry next time she saw him.
She dropped into a chair and thought about Lucius's reaction to her announcement. He clearly did not like the idea of her taking a job. She could understand it on one level. People might think they needed money or that Lucius himself couldn't or wouldn't work, that he'd be mooching off of her.
But the fact that he wasn't even happy for her, that he couldn't even pretend, rankled. Did he really even love her at all? Did he really want to save their marriage?
“Oh, Mrs. Malfoy. . . .” Harry said in surprise.
Narcissa turned to see him halted two steps inside the kitchen, flushing a flowery shade of pink and wearing nothing but a dark blue pair of boxers. His dark hair was even more rumpled than usual and he sported a love bite on his collarbone. He looked quite thoroughly shagged and completely adorable. She smiled. She really ought to be shocked she supposed, but she felt a frisson of pleasure at the thought of being able to see your partner while making love.
“I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting you home so early in the day,” he said.
“It's quite all right, it's your home. I'm sorry I interrupted.”
“No, you didn't. We're, er, we've fini— Why don't I just pop back upstairs and put on some clothes and let G-ginny know you're here.”
Narcissa nodded. “Of course.”
Once Harry had disappeared, Narcissa couldn't help the girlish giggle. He was a handsome and fit young man and Miss Weasley was quite comely. And together they were quite the passionate pair. It was natural for young people to engage in intimate relations in the middle of the day. Wasn't it?
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Date: Friday, July 29th, 2011 15:13 (UTC)no subject
Date: Friday, July 29th, 2011 20:20 (UTC)If nothing else, this week has broken the back of writer's block; I've never written so much so fast in my life! Hope the knack carries over to next month so I can finish up some of my poor WIPs that have been lingering for years.
Here's a snippet of Big Bang I wrote yesterday. It's in the Lord of the Rings fandom; the gist of the story is that Frodo has been wounded and cannot continue as the Ringbearer. He chooses the most unlikely person imaginable to carry on in his stead -- Boromir, who had earlier tried to take the Ring from him by force. In this story (as in almost all my other LotR stories) Boromir is not dead. ;-)
Boromir hesitated and gazed at Frodo doubtfully. Without looking away from the Man, Frodo loosened his grip on the Ring and beckoned for Sam to help him sit up. With Sam supporting his back and head, Frodo pulled the Ring out from where it lay hidden under his shirt, and unfastening the chain, held it out. The Ring swung heavily on the end of the chain, glittering and flashing as it caught the light. All eyes were drawn to it.
Frodo stared; his arm trembled and drooped, as if the Ring had suddenly become too heavy to support. Slowly, he began to draw it back, reaching out with his other hand to grasp it. Even as he reached for it, Frodo struggled against the urge and his face filled with panic.
"Help me!" he whispered. His voice gathered strength as Sam grasped his left hand and held it between his.
"Take it, Boromir!" Frodo pleaded. "You understand it now, even as I do; you know the touch of evil and what it can make you do, before you can stop yourself. The Ring's lies are laid bare to you, and you want it no more. I can see that clearly in your eyes and I can read it in your heart as if it were written with words. Therein lies your safety and your strength; now that you are warned, you will be on your guard. I trust you with this, Boromir -- please! Take the Ring while I still have the strength to let it go! Take it to Mordor and cast it into the fire and free us all from this burden!"
Even as he pleaded, he was drawing the Ring back to himself, despite his determination to hand it over to Boromir.
"Very well, Frodo," Boromir said. Stepping forward, he knelt before the hobbit and extended his hand. "If you truly believe I am the one to do this in your stead, and you trust me to do it and not fail you all, then I accept. But you must put the Ring in my hand, Frodo. I will not take it from you. It must be given willingly, or you will never really be free of it. Do you still wish for me to have the Ring, Frodo?"
"I do!" Frodo cried. He pushed forward with determination and laid the Ring in Boromir's open palm. Falling back against Sam, he heaved a great sigh and smiled tiredly.
Sam held him close and ignored the tears streaming down his face. "Well, that's done," he exclaimed tearfully. "Now for a rest at last, Mr. Frodo!"
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Date: Friday, July 29th, 2011 20:57 (UTC)no subject
Date: Friday, July 29th, 2011 20:55 (UTC)no subject
Date: Friday, July 29th, 2011 20:58 (UTC)no subject
Date: Saturday, July 30th, 2011 02:12 (UTC)Snippets, snippets...
“I am sorry, Spike, but assuming an inherently false statement to be true is liable to cause havoc with my battle computer. As a human, you have never been subjected to the full extent of Ratchet's ire. I have, however, and crashing my battle computer over a human riddle has a high probability of invoking it. Perhaps Optimus or Jazz would appreciate your riddle.”
“Wait!” Bumblebee's laughter cut off with an abruptness suggestive of an emotional protocol inhibitor, a small program patch Prowl knew to be utilised by several Ops mechs and which he suspected neither Ratchet nor Optimus would approve of. “Look up the Blue Man Group, Prowl.”
Prowl did so, and when he had accessed the results of his search, he shuttered his optics in a borrowed human expression of surprise, mostly for Spike's benefit.
“Very well,” he acceded, “continue.”
That one is from today's drabble, and here's one from my current WIP:
In the end, the plan was a simple one: Trailbreaker would hold Prowl down, and Hound would tickle him.
The initial phase went off without a hitch. They cornered Prowl during one of his brief breaks for energon, and within moments Trailbreaker had managed to pin the officer up against the wall. After that, it got a little bumpy.
Prowl didn't struggle, but his doorwings were tucked protectively against his chassis as he said quietly, “I believe you are aware of the usual punishment for assault on a ranking officer, Trailbreaker. Whatever your goal, you may wish to reconsider.”
Trailbreaker looked at Hound with a worried frown. “Is this assault?”
They're both rather silly, I suppose, and even the WIP isn't something I expect to be much longer than a couple thousand words, but they're fairly easy to write and quite fun as well. I suppose I'm just happy to be getting anything down at all.
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Date: Saturday, July 30th, 2011 11:31 (UTC)Thanks for posting!
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Date: Saturday, July 30th, 2011 10:45 (UTC)Looking forward to the writing session today, though; hopefully I'll be able to power through w/some more edits. I'm getting to the itchy point where I just want to POST STUFF ALREADY, & am trying to resist the urge to skip a final read-through by a beta.
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Date: Saturday, July 30th, 2011 11:30 (UTC)I know what you mean about the booze. I rarely drink cuz it almost always makes me sleepy.
But a beta reading and editing aren't too bad. As long as you're moving forward. :)