WIPs
I think there was a WIP meme that did something like this, at some point; anyway, I'm going to do it, because for once I actually have four WIPs (I am usually a one-fic-at-a-time girl, but one of these has been hanging around forever and the others could use a jumpstart, though Oh Lord Please Not Yet I Have No Time).
One of them is here (the next bit in the Sparrow/Goshawk 'verse), and for the others (two Vorkosiverse, one Lost) I'm going to list working title (none have real titles yet), first line, and last line written, and you should feel free to ask me anything about any of them (including the linked one), in hopes that it will make me think.
1. Five Conversations Aral Had
First: Tea-party detritus littered the table like the deceptively clean aftermath of a space battle: when you looked at it with knowing eyes, you saw -- along with the glossy if slightly dirtied china and the silver spoons -- the spillage seeping into the tablecloth, and the crumbs (though no more than crumbs; how had Miles lucked into the amazing Ma Kosti?) scattered and symbolic of what was no longer there.
Last written: She'd put her foot down with admirable firmness.
2. Alys and Simon at the Orb
First: "Well," said Simon, "I have to admit it's stimulating."
Last written: "Simon, don't be ridiculous," she said, half-turning, "… oh."
3. The Tale of Henry Gale
First: When he dreamed, which wasn’t often, he dreamed about the balloon.
Last written: But the terror prompted by the intense brown eyes was more familiar still, and it bothered him-bothered the curled-up serpent, at least-that he couldn’t put a finger on why.
As a bonus, since I've been editing the early chapters of Time and Fevers, you get perhaps my favorite first line ever:
There were definitely more rocks in the soil of Maine than was reasonable.
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One of them is here (the next bit in the Sparrow/Goshawk 'verse), and for the others (two Vorkosiverse, one Lost) I'm going to list working title (none have real titles yet), first line, and last line written, and you should feel free to ask me anything about any of them (including the linked one), in hopes that it will make me think.
1. Five Conversations Aral Had
First: Tea-party detritus littered the table like the deceptively clean aftermath of a space battle: when you looked at it with knowing eyes, you saw -- along with the glossy if slightly dirtied china and the silver spoons -- the spillage seeping into the tablecloth, and the crumbs (though no more than crumbs; how had Miles lucked into the amazing Ma Kosti?) scattered and symbolic of what was no longer there.
Last written: She'd put her foot down with admirable firmness.
2. Alys and Simon at the Orb
First: "Well," said Simon, "I have to admit it's stimulating."
Last written: "Simon, don't be ridiculous," she said, half-turning, "… oh."
3. The Tale of Henry Gale
First: When he dreamed, which wasn’t often, he dreamed about the balloon.
Last written: But the terror prompted by the intense brown eyes was more familiar still, and it bothered him-bothered the curled-up serpent, at least-that he couldn’t put a finger on why.
As a bonus, since I've been editing the early chapters of Time and Fevers, you get perhaps my favorite first line ever:
There were definitely more rocks in the soil of Maine than was reasonable.
This entry was originally posted at http://hedda62.dreamwidth.org/64010.html. There are currently
comments there. Comment here or there.