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Maybe I'll actually finish these now?
If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, post one sentence (or more) from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favorite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion. Mention the title (and genre)if you like, but don't mention anything else -- this is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).
All are CSI fics.
What You Do To Me -- (Greg/David) sequel to Unsaid Words, final part of the trilogy
(I used to feel like I was dying inside sometimes, and now those sometimes are all the time; I don’t think you see what you do to me.)
It is a precarious balancing act, and Greg has never had a strong equilibrium.
Round and Round the Roundabout (Back Where We Began) -- (Greg/David)
As soon as the car doors shut, David feels the walls of the car close in, and rolls his window down in a vain attempt to waylay this sensation of claustrophobia. It doesn’t work (not that he expects it to), and heaviness builds up in his chest until it hurts to breathe. He drums his fingers against the door, and presses his face against the cool glass, trying to ignore the anxious look Jacqui is still directing his way.
She keeps up the anxious look, though, and after a few minutes he mutters, “I don’t want to talk about it.”
Gordian Knot - Chapter Four: Those Years, They Haunt Me Still -- (Greg/David)
Jacqui’s expression was one of steel determination, a look she wore when taking Ecklie to task or scolding one of the CSIs for bullying one of the younger lab technicians. “David, if one of the CSIs says anything -- whether it’s Warrick or Sara or, hell, even Grissom -- you let me and Bobby know.”
“So you can handle it?” He shot her a half-amused, half-exasperated smile at that. His best friends’ version of handling it would probably be cursing the CSI out in the hallway and getting themselves suspended. “I can handle it myself, Jacq. Besides, our CSIs are actually responsible people. They won’t let any new knowledge about me impact their investigation.” He paused. “How it’ll impact their opinions of me is another issue entirely.” But David wasn’t going to think about that now. He’d cross that bridge when he got to it.
City Girls and City Lights -- (Unrequited Wendy/Catherine)
Wendy doesn’t know why she’s surprised when she finds Catherine Willows smoking on the roof. After all, Catherine isn’t an unobservant woman (no CSI could be and keep their job), and so she was bound to notice that people nightly tromp up to the rooftop for fresh air or for a smoke.
Flowers of Catholicon -- (AU, David/Greg, Nick/Bobby, Sara/Grissom)
Greg doesn’t know much about the war -- it doesn’t really concern him, not when the plague is so much deadlier -- but he does know that Clarcadia is losing. The Ecklie Massacre, two months back, was proof of that.
Still, the war doesn’t concern him, until he hears talk about how apparently the Catholiconi have the cure to the plague and are withholding it, and that’s why they are at war. As soon as Greg hears that, he takes his closest friend aside and tells him that he’s going to join the army.
Ten Things You Didn't Know About My Writing Process.
1. I usually start with titles first. Then fics.
2. My fics usually evolve from one single sentence.
3. I am always disappointed by the endings of my stories. Always.
4. My writing all depends on my mood. My angst equals character angst, my good mood equals fluff and happiness. (The rare exception was The Dead Alone Know Peace which depressed me.)
5. I often read poetry just to get inspired. (I usually use lines from poetry or quotations as my titles. See #1.)
6. I am a whore for imagery. I have scraps of paper all over where I've scribbled down a sentence of imagery, and try to figure out later how to insert it into a story.
7. I cannot write scenes out of order. If I write out a later scene, I get stuck and cannot complete the work.
8. I have entire Word documents with quotations or poetry just for my stories.
9. I edit obsessively. Anything I've written, even drabbles, have been edited as least three, four times. I am a grammar and spelling Nazi, which is one of my self-esteem problems.
10. I am rarely pleased with the final product, even after I've posted it or someone's complimented me on it.
If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, post one sentence (or more) from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favorite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion. Mention the title (and genre)if you like, but don't mention anything else -- this is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).
All are CSI fics.
What You Do To Me -- (Greg/David) sequel to Unsaid Words, final part of the trilogy
(I used to feel like I was dying inside sometimes, and now those sometimes are all the time; I don’t think you see what you do to me.)
It is a precarious balancing act, and Greg has never had a strong equilibrium.
Round and Round the Roundabout (Back Where We Began) -- (Greg/David)
As soon as the car doors shut, David feels the walls of the car close in, and rolls his window down in a vain attempt to waylay this sensation of claustrophobia. It doesn’t work (not that he expects it to), and heaviness builds up in his chest until it hurts to breathe. He drums his fingers against the door, and presses his face against the cool glass, trying to ignore the anxious look Jacqui is still directing his way.
She keeps up the anxious look, though, and after a few minutes he mutters, “I don’t want to talk about it.”
Gordian Knot - Chapter Four: Those Years, They Haunt Me Still -- (Greg/David)
Jacqui’s expression was one of steel determination, a look she wore when taking Ecklie to task or scolding one of the CSIs for bullying one of the younger lab technicians. “David, if one of the CSIs says anything -- whether it’s Warrick or Sara or, hell, even Grissom -- you let me and Bobby know.”
“So you can handle it?” He shot her a half-amused, half-exasperated smile at that. His best friends’ version of handling it would probably be cursing the CSI out in the hallway and getting themselves suspended. “I can handle it myself, Jacq. Besides, our CSIs are actually responsible people. They won’t let any new knowledge about me impact their investigation.” He paused. “How it’ll impact their opinions of me is another issue entirely.” But David wasn’t going to think about that now. He’d cross that bridge when he got to it.
City Girls and City Lights -- (Unrequited Wendy/Catherine)
Wendy doesn’t know why she’s surprised when she finds Catherine Willows smoking on the roof. After all, Catherine isn’t an unobservant woman (no CSI could be and keep their job), and so she was bound to notice that people nightly tromp up to the rooftop for fresh air or for a smoke.
Flowers of Catholicon -- (AU, David/Greg, Nick/Bobby, Sara/Grissom)
Greg doesn’t know much about the war -- it doesn’t really concern him, not when the plague is so much deadlier -- but he does know that Clarcadia is losing. The Ecklie Massacre, two months back, was proof of that.
Still, the war doesn’t concern him, until he hears talk about how apparently the Catholiconi have the cure to the plague and are withholding it, and that’s why they are at war. As soon as Greg hears that, he takes his closest friend aside and tells him that he’s going to join the army.
Ten Things You Didn't Know About My Writing Process.
1. I usually start with titles first. Then fics.
2. My fics usually evolve from one single sentence.
3. I am always disappointed by the endings of my stories. Always.
4. My writing all depends on my mood. My angst equals character angst, my good mood equals fluff and happiness. (The rare exception was The Dead Alone Know Peace which depressed me.)
5. I often read poetry just to get inspired. (I usually use lines from poetry or quotations as my titles. See #1.)
6. I am a whore for imagery. I have scraps of paper all over where I've scribbled down a sentence of imagery, and try to figure out later how to insert it into a story.
7. I cannot write scenes out of order. If I write out a later scene, I get stuck and cannot complete the work.
8. I have entire Word documents with quotations or poetry just for my stories.
9. I edit obsessively. Anything I've written, even drabbles, have been edited as least three, four times. I am a grammar and spelling Nazi, which is one of my self-esteem problems.
10. I am rarely pleased with the final product, even after I've posted it or someone's complimented me on it.