So, you may have noticed that I've not been here for a month, and you might have realised that that was because it was November and therefore NaNoWriMo. I have been writing. It was my sixth year in a row (2005 to present) and I'm pleased to say that I won (for the sixth time ( Read more... )

So, NaNoWriMo is suddenly only about six weeks away, which rather caught me by surprise.

We'd hoped to hand over the mantle and responsibility of Municipal Liaison to someone else this year, because moose_biscuit and I have run the region for two years now, but no one seems willing, so it looks like we either do it again or let the region fall apart. We'll ( Read more... )

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I'm working on the first edit of my noir NaNo novel, which largely consists of highlighting anything that I suspect might be anachronistic and researching whether it is, and if so finding a period-correct alternative ( Read more... )

NaNo is rattling along at a reasonable pace. As of last night I was 2.5k ahead of schedule, which is 0.5 ahead of today's target, which means that I could not write a word today and still be ahead of myself (slightly), which is a nice feeling ( Read more... )

Ick, milky instant ( Read more... )

While I'm at it, I might as well post this one, too. Out of RP context, this would obviously have to be AU (unless something very odd happened). For reference, this is Nine when he was still shiny and new and very angry with the world, before Rose 'fixed' him. PTSD!Doctor for the win.

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This isn't strictly a fic, rather it's a post sample for an RP application. It works quite well as a little stand-alone vignette, though, I think, and it's the first time in ages that I've tried to get into Nine's head - Nine at his grumpy, better-than-human best. He could be a miserable bugger, and that's one of the things I quite liked about him ( Read more... )

A writing exercise pinched from apiphile. The brief was: 500 words, first person, no sight. Are not allowed to mention or directly allude to lack of vision, but simply avoid describing anything visually. Not allowed to just be dialogue.

Being a drabbler, when I see '500 words' I take it a little too literally, so the piece is exactly 500 words. And it's ( Read more... )

My narrative voice has hijacked a story and is doing very strange things.

WIP:

Glancing at his hands, still pink from scrubbing, he realised that he wasn't sure what to do with them. Putting them in his pockets would be disrespectfully informal; with them clasped behind him he'd have the look of a door-to-door Jehovah's Witness, concealing a copy ( Read more... )