WIP Challenge Check-in, Day 11 -- Saturday

[linaewen]

Hello on Saturday!   Hope you're having a nice weekend!  What kind of a writing day has it been so far today -- or if today hasn't gotten going yet, how did you fare yesterday?

 

       - I thought about my fic once or twice

       - I wrote

       - I did some planning and/or research

       - I edited

       - I've sent my fic off to my beta

       - I posted today!

       - I'm taking a break

       - I did something else that I'll talk about in a comment

Saturday Discussion - Today is a good day for talking about general writing topics or posting snippets of what you are currently working on.  Feel free to share what you are working on, or whatever is on your mind with your writing today!

 

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[doranwen]

I wrote nearly 900 words (finishing the 1x08 AU fic I was writing for Rookie Blue) on Friday! And made a few edits - and finished editing some more tonight. And wrote a drabble for Rookie Blue as well - because I realized that the 1x08 AU fic was over 3k and too big to just be a chapter in my ep-related set, it needed to be posted independently. So now I've posted the new drabble and I'm title-hunting for the 1x08 AU fic. :D Feels soooooo good to get more Rookie Blue fic *posted* finally - I've been doing so much writing that hasn't been posted yet because it's part of such long WIPs...

A snippet from earlier in the week:

Sam swore and pinched the bridge of his nose again. She'd given him a headache all right, as he expected—just not at all how he expected. Why did he end up with the rookie who managed to get herself in the most complicated situations? "OK, so here's what we do. You two go write this up, give it all to me, and let me pass it on upstairs. You try it yourselves, either no one'll believe you, or you'll be the two rookies no one will ever talk to, or both. I tell them, they'll take it seriously, and they won't give me a ton of grief about it."

"But—" Andy started to object.

"McNally, let me do this. Trust me, I know what they'll do to you versus me. It won't hurt me. I can spin it all as my orders, and they'll leave you alone."

Her face still looked somewhat mutinous, though Diaz was already nodding.

"That's an order, McNally. Go write it up now, give me everything you've got, and don't talk about this to anyone, it doesn't matter who. Got it?" He added a bit of intensity to his words, and they finally elicited a reluctant nod from his rookie. "All right, go."

Sam leaned his head back against the wall after they left, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. What a mess. Somehow it didn't surprise him though—it seemed to be one of Andy's not-so-hidden talents, finding the most complicated, messy situation to trip herself or someone else over. At least this one he had an idea of how to handle.


A snippet from yesterday:

"What was it to you?" She still wasn't looking at him.

"What was what?"

"The night of the blackout. At your house."

Now she wanted to talk about it? He would never figure this woman out. "What do you mean?"

She met his gaze. "Like, was it a casual one-time thing, or did you want it to be more?"

She really was asking. Sam rolled his tongue around in his mouth, trying to decide how to answer.

Andy started speaking before he had figured out the words to use. "Because I just want to know what I'm dealing with here. I know why I kissed you; what I don't know is why you kissed me back."

When she wanted to be direct, she didn't mince words. Sam opened his mouth carefully; he had the sensation of walking a tightrope, long drop on either side with one misstep. "It wasn't just one night for me." He looked her in the eyes, willing her to understand.