"Great Romances"
mynuet has gathered all the nominated classics and voting as begun! You can vote for the long fics here and the short fics here.
Whoever nominated "Here, Tonight"...thank you. I did see that :P
Furthermore, I just learned from inkpuddle that the fandom newsletter sunday_prophet is looking for a third editor. If you're interested, send them an email at sundayprophet@gmail.com and let them know!
I've had an epiphany, although it's not really an epiphany, more of a lack of willpower, and that is that I'm just going to write what I can write. By that I mean I revoke my vow of not starting anything new until I complete something. For example, I discovered that while I'm stuck on a few fics, streetscribbles and I brainstormed and ended up working on a D/Hr piece that's coming along nicely. I've never been good at writing Hermione, but by following Bet's lead, I manage not to mangle her post-HBP-mangled character. Anyway, it's really fun.
Also, I began fixing up The Road Too Far. Slow going.
The beginning of my New Untitled D/G Fic, which is now titled. This isn't even a full chapter, but it's the set up, un-betaed and unedited.
“Suspended!”
“For ‘discourteous and inappropriate behavior that reflects badly on the team.’ Well, anyway, it’s all his fault. Don’t look at me like that.”
“It’s just that I’ve never heard of anyone getting kicked off a Quidditch team for breaking up with a boyfriend.”
“I didn’t get kicked off, I got indefinitely suspended. And it wouldn’t even have happened if that bloody-cheap-tart!-wasn’t Malcolm’s cousin. He wants me to apologize to the bint, can you imagine? Apologize to the woman who was shagging my boyfriend. He’s around the bend!”
“Well-”
“If he thinks suspending me will pressure me into doing it, he’s got another thought coming. I’m not hanging around here for him to make up his mind on when to let me play again.”
“Hang on, what are you saying?”
Ginny Weasley dragged her traveling suitcase out from the top shelf of her closet. It fell heavily on its side and the clasps unlocked. “I’m going on a holiday,” she declared, bending down to examine the well-worn suitcase that had accompanied her to different countries. One of her Quidditch gloves was still in it, left over from their last game in Romania. They had trounced the Romanian team soundly, she recalled with relish.
Penny Wood, Oliver Wood’s younger sister and loyal friend to Ginny Weasley, was continuing to be loyal by not arguing. She sat down on the edge of Ginny’s bed in the Burrow and looked at her friend, who was still staring into the open suitcase.
Ginny had made the papers when she had hexed Jonas Fox, star Seeker for Britain’s national team. And until about two days ago when he was caught with his trousers round his ankles, he had also been England’s best hope in years for securing a quick catch for the Snitch, and thus claiming the World Cup in a victory for England.
Outraged at the abuse towards his Seeker and the insult to his cousin, also known as the bint, Charles Malcolm, head coach for the team, had suspended Ginny. Ginny had gone from being a popular player to scapegoat maligned in the streets, workplaces, and bars in a matter of hours after The Daily Prophet did its fine reporting on the issue.
“But where will you go?” Penny reasoned.
Ginny jerked her eyes away from her Quidditch gear. “I don’t know. Anywhere. What’s a good place to go this time of year?”
Whoever nominated "Here, Tonight"...thank you. I did see that :P
Furthermore, I just learned from inkpuddle that the fandom newsletter sunday_prophet is looking for a third editor. If you're interested, send them an email at sundayprophet@gmail.com and let them know!
I've had an epiphany, although it's not really an epiphany, more of a lack of willpower, and that is that I'm just going to write what I can write. By that I mean I revoke my vow of not starting anything new until I complete something. For example, I discovered that while I'm stuck on a few fics, streetscribbles and I brainstormed and ended up working on a D/Hr piece that's coming along nicely. I've never been good at writing Hermione, but by following Bet's lead, I manage not to mangle her post-HBP-mangled character. Anyway, it's really fun.
Also, I began fixing up The Road Too Far. Slow going.
The beginning of my New Untitled D/G Fic, which is now titled. This isn't even a full chapter, but it's the set up, un-betaed and unedited.
“Suspended!”
“For ‘discourteous and inappropriate behavior that reflects badly on the team.’ Well, anyway, it’s all his fault. Don’t look at me like that.”
“It’s just that I’ve never heard of anyone getting kicked off a Quidditch team for breaking up with a boyfriend.”
“I didn’t get kicked off, I got indefinitely suspended. And it wouldn’t even have happened if that bloody-cheap-tart!-wasn’t Malcolm’s cousin. He wants me to apologize to the bint, can you imagine? Apologize to the woman who was shagging my boyfriend. He’s around the bend!”
“Well-”
“If he thinks suspending me will pressure me into doing it, he’s got another thought coming. I’m not hanging around here for him to make up his mind on when to let me play again.”
“Hang on, what are you saying?”
Ginny Weasley dragged her traveling suitcase out from the top shelf of her closet. It fell heavily on its side and the clasps unlocked. “I’m going on a holiday,” she declared, bending down to examine the well-worn suitcase that had accompanied her to different countries. One of her Quidditch gloves was still in it, left over from their last game in Romania. They had trounced the Romanian team soundly, she recalled with relish.
Penny Wood, Oliver Wood’s younger sister and loyal friend to Ginny Weasley, was continuing to be loyal by not arguing. She sat down on the edge of Ginny’s bed in the Burrow and looked at her friend, who was still staring into the open suitcase.
Ginny had made the papers when she had hexed Jonas Fox, star Seeker for Britain’s national team. And until about two days ago when he was caught with his trousers round his ankles, he had also been England’s best hope in years for securing a quick catch for the Snitch, and thus claiming the World Cup in a victory for England.
Outraged at the abuse towards his Seeker and the insult to his cousin, also known as the bint, Charles Malcolm, head coach for the team, had suspended Ginny. Ginny had gone from being a popular player to scapegoat maligned in the streets, workplaces, and bars in a matter of hours after The Daily Prophet did its fine reporting on the issue.
“But where will you go?” Penny reasoned.
Ginny jerked her eyes away from her Quidditch gear. “I don’t know. Anywhere. What’s a good place to go this time of year?”