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jadesfireThere's been a WIP meme going round, and since I actually have some at the moment, I felt the need to share.
Also, I'm considering signing up to RemixRedux this year, just to see what happens. I wasn't going to do any challenges this year, and write just for me instead, but it turns out I suck at that, so I'm back to my deadlines/fear approach that has served me well in the past ;)
No context to these, just snippets of stuff that I may or may not finish. Some of these have been loitering in development hell for at least 18 months (so turned up in the last WIP meme), but maybe putting them down here will help me to either get moving on them or finally give them up as a lost cause.
This was so far beyond FUBAR that they were going to have to invent a new acronym.
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It was in a minor skirmish on the edge of this that I received the wound which ended my riding days and nearly my life as well if it had not been for the quick thinking and dedication of my Lieutenant, who threw me across his saddle and rode me to safety.
While recovering from the bullet which had lodged in my hip, I fell ill with an infection, so prevalent in the camps and hospitals of the region. It was therefore only when, my health irretrievably ruined, I was being sent home that I was able to properly thank Ford, who came to see me onto the boat back to England.
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"Help with what?" Teyla turns to look up at Ronon's face, which is almost glowing in the sunset. He gives her a smirk that bodes nothing but ill for those who cross him. It is oddly comforting.
"I said I couldn't leave this galaxy until every last Wraith was dead. Did you think I'd forgotten?"
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Reid dropped his bag on the counter and went over to join them.
At that point, the parking lot exploded.
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This morning, Ianto has plenty of time to make coffee properly, because with only him and Tosh here, he can justify breaking out the really good stuff, without having to share it with people who regard coffee primarily as fuel.
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The spot chosen for the rendezvous was the kind of place that regarded The Middle Of Nowhere as a bustling metropolis.
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Jack is still watching her carefully, and when she's finished drinking, he takes the glass from her, barely sipping from it before reaching out and pressing it to the back of her neck. She jumps again, then closes her eyes in relief, because yes, that's just what she needed. A trickle of water runs down her back, tickling and soothing at the same time.
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Peter was bending so deeply over the file that his voice was slightly muffled by the paperwork. "How many people live in New York City?"
"Legally?" Throwing his own very boring file onto the table, Neal leaned back in his chair, watching Jones try to use his cellphone to beat him to the answer.
"Yes, legally." Peter looked up enough to glare.
"How many boroughs?"
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"And it's covered in mud. I'm never going to get it all off like this."
"Sorry, princess, you'll just have to manage."
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"You think I'd be bothering if you didn't? You're not that pretty." Harper paused and tilted his head a little, his look turning appraising enough to make Neal shift in his chair. "Okay, maybe you are, but that's not the point."
...okay so there are more there than I realised, and in the back of my notebook, I also have a Sapphire and Steel story with a mcguffin that I'm too proud of to abandon, then there's a collaborative fic that I'd love to find time for again. Then there's the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tardis_bigbang, atlantisbigbang and whitecollar_bb, none of which are started yet. The latter is only a 10k limit, and with the plot bunny that came with one of these WsIP, that should be more than do-able.
*whimpers*
Anyone have a brain they could lend me?
Also, I'm considering signing up to RemixRedux this year, just to see what happens. I wasn't going to do any challenges this year, and write just for me instead, but it turns out I suck at that, so I'm back to my deadlines/fear approach that has served me well in the past ;)
No context to these, just snippets of stuff that I may or may not finish. Some of these have been loitering in development hell for at least 18 months (so turned up in the last WIP meme), but maybe putting them down here will help me to either get moving on them or finally give them up as a lost cause.
This was so far beyond FUBAR that they were going to have to invent a new acronym.
~~
It was in a minor skirmish on the edge of this that I received the wound which ended my riding days and nearly my life as well if it had not been for the quick thinking and dedication of my Lieutenant, who threw me across his saddle and rode me to safety.
While recovering from the bullet which had lodged in my hip, I fell ill with an infection, so prevalent in the camps and hospitals of the region. It was therefore only when, my health irretrievably ruined, I was being sent home that I was able to properly thank Ford, who came to see me onto the boat back to England.
~~
"Help with what?" Teyla turns to look up at Ronon's face, which is almost glowing in the sunset. He gives her a smirk that bodes nothing but ill for those who cross him. It is oddly comforting.
"I said I couldn't leave this galaxy until every last Wraith was dead. Did you think I'd forgotten?"
~~
Reid dropped his bag on the counter and went over to join them.
At that point, the parking lot exploded.
~~
This morning, Ianto has plenty of time to make coffee properly, because with only him and Tosh here, he can justify breaking out the really good stuff, without having to share it with people who regard coffee primarily as fuel.
~~
The spot chosen for the rendezvous was the kind of place that regarded The Middle Of Nowhere as a bustling metropolis.
~~
Jack is still watching her carefully, and when she's finished drinking, he takes the glass from her, barely sipping from it before reaching out and pressing it to the back of her neck. She jumps again, then closes her eyes in relief, because yes, that's just what she needed. A trickle of water runs down her back, tickling and soothing at the same time.
~~
Peter was bending so deeply over the file that his voice was slightly muffled by the paperwork. "How many people live in New York City?"
"Legally?" Throwing his own very boring file onto the table, Neal leaned back in his chair, watching Jones try to use his cellphone to beat him to the answer.
"Yes, legally." Peter looked up enough to glare.
"How many boroughs?"
~~
"And it's covered in mud. I'm never going to get it all off like this."
"Sorry, princess, you'll just have to manage."
~~
"You think I'd be bothering if you didn't? You're not that pretty." Harper paused and tilted his head a little, his look turning appraising enough to make Neal shift in his chair. "Okay, maybe you are, but that's not the point."
...okay so there are more there than I realised, and in the back of my notebook, I also have a Sapphire and Steel story with a mcguffin that I'm too proud of to abandon, then there's a collaborative fic that I'd love to find time for again. Then there's the
tardis_bigbang, atlantisbigbang and whitecollar_bb, none of which are started yet. The latter is only a 10k limit, and with the plot bunny that came with one of these WsIP, that should be more than do-able.*whimpers*
Anyone have a brain they could lend me?
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Date: 2010-03-25 04:27 pm (UTC)I would have signed up Remix but they require you to have an AO3 account, which isn't going to happen, so neither is my participation. It's too bad. I really do enjoy reading remixes.
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Date: 2010-03-25 04:34 pm (UTC)You'll still be able to read the remixes without an AO3 account, though. I've only done a couple, and they were stressful in a good way (stretching rather than panic-inducing), but I worry about genre matching - knowing my luck, I'll get someone who only writes NC17. It's not an objection-thing, just knowing my abilities (and lack thereof!) More thought required...
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Date: 2010-03-25 04:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-25 05:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-25 05:12 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-25 05:09 pm (UTC)And even if you match with someone who writes only NC-17, you can remix their stories as gen, as long as you keep the pairing.
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Date: 2010-03-25 05:12 pm (UTC)I know I can remix as Gen, I'm just not 100% sure about having my stories remixed as other than Gen, you know? It could be awful, but it could also be incredibly awesome. I'm not sold either way yet - will have a think over the weekend and see how I feel on Monday :)
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Date: 2010-03-25 05:22 pm (UTC)Yeah, there is the "OMG what will my remixer do?" aspect that's... daunting. You could state you'd prefer a gen remix in a "Dear Remixer" letter, but obvs it won't be binding.
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Date: 2010-03-25 05:24 pm (UTC)*nodnodnod* I just have to figure out _how_ daunted I am, but I suspect my lemming tendencies will override the fear ;) thanks.
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Date: 2010-03-25 05:25 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-26 09:13 am (UTC)I've been like that, but White Collar seems to be unlocking my brain again. For me, I think I'd lost the joy - writing had become something I churned out because I had to, rather than a hobby to be enjoyed. Finding something that makes me happy to write, is helping get me going again, as is going back and re-watching episodes. It's amazing the difference between the canon in my head and the actual canon on the screen!
Hope the mojo comes back soon *hugs*
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Date: 2010-03-26 04:28 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-26 05:30 am (UTC)These excerpts all seem exciting :) I am very glad that you are getting your writing mojo back! *hugs*
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Date: 2010-03-26 09:13 am (UTC)Thank you! It's nice to feel I'm getting going again :)