WIP meme
It's fun the things you find when you're making your way through inception_kink; you click on someone's LJ and come across a writing meme ...
I stole it from http://crytam.livejournal.com and I'm sure everybody's done it, but .. whatever - lol.
"Post a single sentence or more from each WIP you have, or from as many WIPs as you want. Provide no context/explanations."
Here goes:
1): He picks up the one labelled “Idol: country week (or as I liked to call it: Fuck My Life week)” which startles a small laugh because yeah … country. Not his thing at all. He picks up the disc and turns the case over in his hands, rubbing his thumb over the sharp edge.
To watch, or not to watch … he turns the casing over again, and pops it open; his own handwriting staring back at him again from the shiny surface of the disc. He thinks of watching the first one with Kris; of Kris explaining it to him, and putting it in context.
Maybe watching it on his own might help; with nothing extraneous to distract him. Maybe that will jog his memory - give him back at least something of the past four years - more than little flashes and tiny scraps of insight.
2): "I'm going to go check on Adam. Get some sleep," Tommy says, making his way to the door.
"Uh, huh," LP says, not opening his eyes. "I never heard it called sleep before, Tommy Joe."
"Fuck you," Tommy says amiably, followed out of the room by whistles and catcalls.
He's relieved, to be honest, that the others aren't weird, or put out by ... whatever the fuck this is, he thinks, before knocking on Adam's door. "It's me," he calls out. "It's Tommy. You awake?"
Adam opens the door, wearing black sleep pants and a ragged black t-shirt. "Yeah. Come to check on me?"
Tommy half-shrugs and collapses on Adam's bed, unlacing his boots and kicking them off. "Maybe. Maybe I'm here to take you up on your invitation."
3): Tommy's happy for Lexi. He is. Really. He watches the media storm after the AMAs, and manages to catch her on the phone here and there, even accidentally talking to Adam a couple of times when he picks up Lexi's phone, and they end up having ridiculously long and sometimes strange conversations about music, and movies and laughing over Lexi's comments about sending them on a date.
It's weird, though, talking to the guy who might have been his boss if Tommy hadn't fucked up so badly. But Adam's friendly, and open, and Tommy gets over himself pretty quick.
"You ever think of playing again?" Adam asks him one day, when the store is slow, and Tommy had called Lexi, only to have Adam pick up again.
"Sometimes," he says idly, tracing a pattern over the thick glass of the countertop. "You know - when I'm awake, and breathing."
Adam laughs softly and says, "Yeah, I hear you."
4): Tommy sprawls back on the couch staring up at the ceiling, his face and long neck flushed slightly pink now with the fresh blood he's just consumed.
"I thought you didn't care about the kid," he says, without looking at me.
"I don't," I say, flinging myself in the chair and dragging my phone out of my pocket. "But Celeste has already let the cops past the Edge once. And if they find out one of us saw the kid after I told Neil we didn't know anything ..."
This is getting too complicated.
5): Adam's last word shocks Tommy into action, and he picks up his bag, his head spinning.
"The - whores? You want me to travel with - "
Adam glances up from the map, impatient and distracted. "I don't think you're a whore, Tommy, I just need to move fast right now. Go with the guard. Look for Brad, and stay with him."
Tommy blinks once, but nods. "I - all right," he says, too dazed to say anything else. Sliding his bag over his shoulder, he turns to the guard who just raises his eyebrows and tilts his head. "This way."
"Wait," Adam says, putting his hand on the guard's arm. "Make it clear to Ryan - and tell him to spread the word, in case there is a misunderstanding - Lord Ratliff's son is not to be touched in any way. If anyone tries ... they will lose their right hand."
The guard merely nods and all Tommy can do is follow him out of the tent and through the camp; a scene of controlled chaos as the tents are struck.
6): Back to the birthday, yes? Happier things, at least for a while.
I was, dear reader, completely out of my depth. One hundred and seventy of Adam's friends and family, including two ex-boyfriends, his parents and his brother. I wanted to hide in a closet somewhere.
I settled for drinking a lot, which - in retrospect - may have been a bad idea. I certainly thought so the next day, when pictures of me looking hammered ended up on Perez, TMZ ... you name it. There I was looking bleary, and blurry.
And jealous.
I would argue, dear reader, that it's not my fault. I would argue that it's a sudden, sharp shock to be thrown into the middle of your very new boyfriend's 170-strong birthday party that includes no less than two ex-boyfriends - both of whom are prettier and smarter and more accomplished than me - his parents and younger brother, and various friends and family who suddenly want to know every little thing about me.
Luckily, that doesn't take long. Expecting something exotic, like a white tiger, they are instead confronted with the Hollywood boyfriend equivalent of a domestic tabby.
Me, in other words, and it's not long at all before the shine wears off.
Lol six WIPs. WTF, self?
I stole it from http://crytam.livejournal.com and I'm sure everybody's done it, but .. whatever - lol.
"Post a single sentence or more from each WIP you have, or from as many WIPs as you want. Provide no context/explanations."
Here goes:
1): He picks up the one labelled “Idol: country week (or as I liked to call it: Fuck My Life week)” which startles a small laugh because yeah … country. Not his thing at all. He picks up the disc and turns the case over in his hands, rubbing his thumb over the sharp edge.
To watch, or not to watch … he turns the casing over again, and pops it open; his own handwriting staring back at him again from the shiny surface of the disc. He thinks of watching the first one with Kris; of Kris explaining it to him, and putting it in context.
Maybe watching it on his own might help; with nothing extraneous to distract him. Maybe that will jog his memory - give him back at least something of the past four years - more than little flashes and tiny scraps of insight.
2): "I'm going to go check on Adam. Get some sleep," Tommy says, making his way to the door.
"Uh, huh," LP says, not opening his eyes. "I never heard it called sleep before, Tommy Joe."
"Fuck you," Tommy says amiably, followed out of the room by whistles and catcalls.
He's relieved, to be honest, that the others aren't weird, or put out by ... whatever the fuck this is, he thinks, before knocking on Adam's door. "It's me," he calls out. "It's Tommy. You awake?"
Adam opens the door, wearing black sleep pants and a ragged black t-shirt. "Yeah. Come to check on me?"
Tommy half-shrugs and collapses on Adam's bed, unlacing his boots and kicking them off. "Maybe. Maybe I'm here to take you up on your invitation."
3): Tommy's happy for Lexi. He is. Really. He watches the media storm after the AMAs, and manages to catch her on the phone here and there, even accidentally talking to Adam a couple of times when he picks up Lexi's phone, and they end up having ridiculously long and sometimes strange conversations about music, and movies and laughing over Lexi's comments about sending them on a date.
It's weird, though, talking to the guy who might have been his boss if Tommy hadn't fucked up so badly. But Adam's friendly, and open, and Tommy gets over himself pretty quick.
"You ever think of playing again?" Adam asks him one day, when the store is slow, and Tommy had called Lexi, only to have Adam pick up again.
"Sometimes," he says idly, tracing a pattern over the thick glass of the countertop. "You know - when I'm awake, and breathing."
Adam laughs softly and says, "Yeah, I hear you."
4): Tommy sprawls back on the couch staring up at the ceiling, his face and long neck flushed slightly pink now with the fresh blood he's just consumed.
"I thought you didn't care about the kid," he says, without looking at me.
"I don't," I say, flinging myself in the chair and dragging my phone out of my pocket. "But Celeste has already let the cops past the Edge once. And if they find out one of us saw the kid after I told Neil we didn't know anything ..."
This is getting too complicated.
5): Adam's last word shocks Tommy into action, and he picks up his bag, his head spinning.
"The - whores? You want me to travel with - "
Adam glances up from the map, impatient and distracted. "I don't think you're a whore, Tommy, I just need to move fast right now. Go with the guard. Look for Brad, and stay with him."
Tommy blinks once, but nods. "I - all right," he says, too dazed to say anything else. Sliding his bag over his shoulder, he turns to the guard who just raises his eyebrows and tilts his head. "This way."
"Wait," Adam says, putting his hand on the guard's arm. "Make it clear to Ryan - and tell him to spread the word, in case there is a misunderstanding - Lord Ratliff's son is not to be touched in any way. If anyone tries ... they will lose their right hand."
The guard merely nods and all Tommy can do is follow him out of the tent and through the camp; a scene of controlled chaos as the tents are struck.
6): Back to the birthday, yes? Happier things, at least for a while.
I was, dear reader, completely out of my depth. One hundred and seventy of Adam's friends and family, including two ex-boyfriends, his parents and his brother. I wanted to hide in a closet somewhere.
I settled for drinking a lot, which - in retrospect - may have been a bad idea. I certainly thought so the next day, when pictures of me looking hammered ended up on Perez, TMZ ... you name it. There I was looking bleary, and blurry.
And jealous.
I would argue, dear reader, that it's not my fault. I would argue that it's a sudden, sharp shock to be thrown into the middle of your very new boyfriend's 170-strong birthday party that includes no less than two ex-boyfriends - both of whom are prettier and smarter and more accomplished than me - his parents and younger brother, and various friends and family who suddenly want to know every little thing about me.
Luckily, that doesn't take long. Expecting something exotic, like a white tiger, they are instead confronted with the Hollywood boyfriend equivalent of a domestic tabby.
Me, in other words, and it's not long at all before the shine wears off.
Lol six WIPs. WTF, self?