meme-age..
Nicked from everyone in general, but shirebound in particular
If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post exactly one sentence from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favourite 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)
From my true "In progress" fics..IE: those most likely to be finished at some time.
He would cry, but the tears had been burned away from him.
When Frodo fell, the ring laughed coldly and suddenly grew too large for clever little hobbit fingers.
If the crashing door had not woken Frodo, then the flying Took that landed on his chest certainly would have.
While Pippin had Sam within his grasp he was silent, his eyes screwed shut in determination, but when the orcs finally managed to separate the two, Pippin’s eyes opened in shock and he let out a scream so loud that Sam’s ears rang.
“I have just had a large dinner, I am now smoking my pipe in peace and I do not wish to be disturbed,” Merry said, a trace of annoyance in his tone.
What this has done is made me realize that I really need to get back to writing. So many poor, neglected fics sitting on my computer with only a sentence or an idea...
If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post exactly one sentence from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favourite 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)
From my true "In progress" fics..IE: those most likely to be finished at some time.
He would cry, but the tears had been burned away from him.
When Frodo fell, the ring laughed coldly and suddenly grew too large for clever little hobbit fingers.
If the crashing door had not woken Frodo, then the flying Took that landed on his chest certainly would have.
While Pippin had Sam within his grasp he was silent, his eyes screwed shut in determination, but when the orcs finally managed to separate the two, Pippin’s eyes opened in shock and he let out a scream so loud that Sam’s ears rang.
“I have just had a large dinner, I am now smoking my pipe in peace and I do not wish to be disturbed,” Merry said, a trace of annoyance in his tone.
What this has done is made me realize that I really need to get back to writing. So many poor, neglected fics sitting on my computer with only a sentence or an idea...