1. What are your writing goals for the week? (projects to finish, word counts, etc?) In order of priority (for today, at least): 1) Finish other fandom bigbang 2) Write pinch-hit for fest 3) Challengefest fic 4) Other fest fics, if I have time
2. What is your goal for the day? 1) Get characters in BigBang fic to the point of the daydreaming-in-class scene I have planned (the scene two after the one I am currently writing). 2) Figure out general plot of pinch-hit
3. Will you be working on a single project or multiple projects? Multiple
4. Are you participating in any fests, exchanges or challenges? Always.
5. Have you made any progress or had any pitfalls? Made decent progress last night. I wanted my characters to get to the point of going out for drinks at the bar, and by the time RL forced me to turn off the computer, the invite had been made, and they were arguing over where to drink. Close enough. RL definitely threw me some hurdles yesterday, but today will theoretically give me more writing time. Yesterday's word count: 2,113.
6. Do you have any snippets to share? Sure, why not? From Inception fandom:
"I don't know," Arthur said, looking over at their other group member. Randall was poking at the turducken in front of him warily, as if at any moment, the chicken was going to back out and start ranting about the indignity of being shoved inside another bird. "Oh, here," Arthur sighed, handing him a bowl with some of the stuffing in it. "Here. Stuff that. Good and tight, but not so tight there's not room for it to move a bit." He flushed as Ariadne's small, unladylike snort made him realize exactly what he'd just said. Beside him, Emes grinned widely and opened his mouth. "Eames, don't you even say it, I'm warning you."
"Say what, Arthur?" He smirked as Arthur glared at him. "I was merely going to--"
"Yeah, I've got a pretty good idea. Just shut up."
"Oh, come on. How often does one get an opening to use such a good stuffing joke?"
Ariadne snorted again. "Opening. Good one."
"Oh my god, grow up, both of you." He tried not to laugh, turning and raising his arm to bury his face in the crook of his elbow to fake a cough when he lost that battle. When he looked up, it was to see Eames grinning at him, the look on his face clearly indicating he hadn't missed Arthur's laughter, though he didn't say anything.
In order of priority (for today, at least):
1) Finish other fandom bigbang
2) Write pinch-hit for fest
3) Challengefest fic
4) Other fest fics, if I have time
2. What is your goal for the day?
1) Get characters in BigBang fic to the point of the daydreaming-in-class scene I have planned (the scene two after the one I am currently writing).
2) Figure out general plot of pinch-hit
3. Will you be working on a single project or multiple projects?
Multiple
4. Are you participating in any fests, exchanges or challenges?
Always.
5. Have you made any progress or had any pitfalls?
Made decent progress last night. I wanted my characters to get to the point of going out for drinks at the bar, and by the time RL forced me to turn off the computer, the invite had been made, and they were arguing over where to drink. Close enough. RL definitely threw me some hurdles yesterday, but today will theoretically give me more writing time. Yesterday's word count: 2,113.
6. Do you have any snippets to share?
Sure, why not? From Inception fandom:
"I don't know," Arthur said, looking over at their other group member. Randall was poking at the turducken in front of him warily, as if at any moment, the chicken was going to back out and start ranting about the indignity of being shoved inside another bird. "Oh, here," Arthur sighed, handing him a bowl with some of the stuffing in it. "Here. Stuff that. Good and tight, but not so tight there's not room for it to move a bit." He flushed as Ariadne's small, unladylike snort made him realize exactly what he'd just said. Beside him, Emes grinned widely and opened his mouth. "Eames, don't you even say it, I'm warning you."
"Say what, Arthur?" He smirked as Arthur glared at him. "I was merely going to--"
"Yeah, I've got a pretty good idea. Just shut up."
"Oh, come on. How often does one get an opening to use such a good stuffing joke?"
Ariadne snorted again. "Opening. Good one."
"Oh my god, grow up, both of you." He tried not to laugh, turning and raising his arm to bury his face in the crook of his elbow to fake a cough when he lost that battle. When he looked up, it was to see Eames grinning at him, the look on his face clearly indicating he hadn't missed Arthur's laughter, though he didn't say anything.
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