'Tis Friday, folks! I hope it's a good (and productive?!) Friday for all of you!
What did you get done today?
• Wrote?
• Planned?
• Edited?
• Researched?
• Sent to beta?
• Posted?
• Took a break?
• ...did something else? (Tell us in the comments!)
Discussion Topic: As it's Friday, it's free-talk time! Rave about your progress, rant about your difficulties, and anything in between! Also feel free to request beta-reader or other support here, and if you're brave enough to post snippets of your current WIP, please do so! ;D
What did you get done today?
• Wrote?
• Planned?
• Edited?
• Researched?
• Sent to beta?
• Posted?
• Took a break?
• ...did something else? (Tell us in the comments!)
Discussion Topic: As it's Friday, it's free-talk time! Rave about your progress, rant about your difficulties, and anything in between! Also feel free to request beta-reader or other support here, and if you're brave enough to post snippets of your current WIP, please do so! ;D
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Date: Friday, September 23rd, 2011 16:52 (UTC)Anyhow, no words yet today (I just woke up and my sleep schedule got way out of whack the past few days), but I'm hoping I'll get a lot done after I... get a shower or something!
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Date: Friday, September 23rd, 2011 17:40 (UTC)no subject
Date: Friday, September 23rd, 2011 18:20 (UTC)High school football!!
Okay so I'm the mom of a band nerd not a football player, but we still attend every game and support our team. And tonight, our family is helping out with the pre-game meal. So I won't be home until close to midnight.
BUT BUT BUT . . . I'm getting tired of reading, so it'll be back to writing very soon. As I mentioned, I have a fic exchange assignment so I'll be brainstorming something for that as well as working on one of my three other HP WsIP.
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Date: Friday, September 23rd, 2011 18:25 (UTC)Kinnon sat at the table slurping a cup of tea. “Yer makin’ fantastic progress, Narcissa. I know Minerva couldn’t have done it without help. And I’m grateful yer on the job. Just between ye and me, Minerva’s not getting any younger.”
Warmth spread through her at his praise, but it was short lived. As he’d spoken, Kinnon turned his chair around and took one of Narcissa’s feet in his hands, sliding her trainer off and dropping it to the floor with a thud.
A tremor of alarm ran through her, stopping her breath for a moment. “Wh-what are you doing?” she asked, trying to pull her foot from his grasp.
Kinnon met her gaze, taking her fear seriously. Softly, he said, “Relax, Lady, I’m jes’ rubbin’ yer feet, all right?”
She finally nodded and took another breath. Lucius rarely touched her other than during sex and even then it was just enough to get the job done and in the dark. He’d certainly never touch her otherwise and there were no circumstances under which he’d ever touch her feet. Especially when they were hot and sweaty and probably smelly as well. Oh, Merlin. Her feet were hot and sweaty and probably smelly. Narcissa tried to tug her foot away again, but Kinnon held it fast.
“Stop yer squirmin’ and relax.” His blue eyes twinkled at her and she finally let go of her fear. It was Kinnon. He was touching her nasty feet.
Strong hands rubbed and manipulated her tired muscles, first the fleshy part of her calves which felt heavenly, and then her ankle and heel, which felt insanely good as well. She suppressed the urge to moan with deep-felt relief and bliss. Her eyelids fluttered closed as she savored the pressure of his thumbs channeling up the center of her foot several times before moving in slow firm circles on the balls of her feet. Her scalp prickled in pleasure as his hands worked.
Kinnon began humming as he rubbed between her toes and then paid attention to each toe individually. Merlin, that felt better than anything she'd experienced in a very long time. She didn’t want him to stop.
When he'd finished with that foot, he rested it on his thigh and picked up her other foot. After removing that trainer as well, he repeated the process.
This man was too good to be true. He was funny and kind and considerate and loyal. In a shallower vein, he was tall and fit and looked quite delectable in his robes. His muggle work clothes fit him perfectly as well, his tee-shirt stretched across his broad chest and wide shoulders, while his jeans hugged a trim waist and powerful thighs.
In her mind’s eye, she called up an image of him physically hauling some rubble that resisted the use of magic. Taut back muscles rippled beneath his shirt, the muscles of his forearms flexing and contracting as he worked. Dark crinkly hairs covered his forearms and his chest—he’d removed his shirt once when it was quite warm. Heat warmed her face and she swallowed a hum of appreciation. A dark sheen of growth covered his jaw and upper neck.
What it would feel like against her skin?
She went completely still.
No. Oh no...
What was she thinking? Heat rushed her face again, only this time in mortification.
She pulled her feet from his hands and lap and stood abruptly. Picking up her trainers, she hurried toward the door.
“Narcissa—Lady, what’s wrong?” He looked completely baffled, but breathtakingly handsome. Her breath stalled in her throat.
“I’m still a married woman,” she breathed before turning and fleeing.
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Date: Friday, September 23rd, 2011 18:39 (UTC)I don't have a WIP, but here's a snippet from one of my ficlets from earlier in the week. (Supernatural.)
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She waits, and sips, but the man doesn't say anything. He does a fine job of looking at nothing, and after a while he takes a good long swallow of his Jack. It seems kind of fresh to keep staring at him, so she moves her attention to the TV that's bolted up in the corner. The sound's turned off, like usual, but it's easy enough to tell what's going on. They've had news reports all day long about the fires, and that mudslide a couple counties over, and as she watches, a fella in a nice suit starts talking to a woman who's crying and all covered with dirt. Down underneath the woman, it says FIVE HOMES DESTROYED, NINE DEAD.
"Well," she says, to no one in particular. "That'd just be my worst nightmare, that would. Losin' your home and all."
The man glances at her.
Something on his face says, You can't even imagine.
"You got a worst nightmare?" she asks, turning a shoulder to the beat-up TV.
He looks into the mirror again, and this time he finds that booth in the back. Spends a minute watching the other man – his brother – tinker around with that computer.
"Used to," he mutters.
"And you don't, no more?"
He's silent for a minute, rubbing his thumbs against his glass. "I had a whole list," he says finally.
"But –"
"They all happened," he says. "Every last damn one of 'em."
And before she can think of how to answer that, he's dropped down off his barstool and is on his way out the door.
A minute later, the other man follows him out, with his computer all tucked back into its bag.
Ain't that a damn shame, she thinks, and goes back to sipping her beer.
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Date: Friday, September 23rd, 2011 21:10 (UTC)I need to let it sit for a while, because it needs serious editing. I am going to take a seam ripper to every paragraph that contains the word "love".
I'd love a beta reader if anyone wants to be so kind. It's just shy of 20k right now, probably I'll add a bit during the editing process to have it actually make sense.
Then, of course, I went and read other stories in the fandom, and want to chuck the whole thing in the bin. Other Writers, stop being so awesome. You make me want to hide under the bed!
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Date: Friday, September 23rd, 2011 21:11 (UTC)I know there is a huge population that doesn't, but personally, I think they are some of the best stories around.
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Date: Friday, September 23rd, 2011 21:12 (UTC)no subject
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Date: Friday, September 23rd, 2011 21:57 (UTC)This weekend I need to finish my
I never seem to be able to pull out chunks of story that seem to work well as snippets, alas!
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Date: Saturday, September 24th, 2011 01:48 (UTC)But the other thing I'm trying to deal with is that stupid nagging voice that says what's the point, nobody cares, who's going to read it, etc. etc. etc.
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Date: Saturday, September 24th, 2011 03:34 (UTC)no subject
Date: Saturday, September 24th, 2011 03:35 (UTC)no subject
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Date: Saturday, September 24th, 2011 03:38 (UTC)Re: rambling I shall go
Date: Saturday, September 24th, 2011 03:45 (UTC)Also, what fandom is the spooky fic in?
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Date: Saturday, September 24th, 2011 03:50 (UTC)no subject
Date: Saturday, September 24th, 2011 03:58 (UTC)The important thing, I think, is enjoying the process of writing in itself... and remembering that if it's posted somewhere, there'll be a fan for it!
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Date: Saturday, September 24th, 2011 07:11 (UTC)no subject
Date: Saturday, September 24th, 2011 14:04 (UTC)I hate having those feelings.
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Date: Saturday, September 24th, 2011 16:25 (UTC)Re: rambling I shall go
Date: Saturday, September 24th, 2011 19:04 (UTC)I think I might just put end notes with a big spoiler explanation.
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Date: Saturday, September 24th, 2011 20:51 (UTC)Re: rambling I shall go
Date: Saturday, September 24th, 2011 23:33 (UTC)I think my biggest problem is usually repetition. If I like a word, I use it a lot!
I veer the story distinctly into in-between the canon AU-lines, so I don't think you'd need to even really know too much about canon other than very basic names and mutant powers.
I'm still editing the story to get the worst of the muckity-flaws out, but hope to be done with that within a few days to this week. I could e-mail it to you, if you were still interested? (I would promise to love you forever!)
It's a bit slashy, but nothing explicit, some kissing is about all they get up to.
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Date: Sunday, September 25th, 2011 19:37 (UTC)My email is crazy4lemons(at)yahoo(dot)com.
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Date: Monday, September 26th, 2011 03:05 (UTC)