Not Quite NaNo and fic
So I had a brutal headache this afternoon. It's died down some, but I've gotten no writing done. On the other hand, I tidied up Chapter 8 of "I've Traveled all this Way for Something" and posted it, so that's something.
I might do a little writing tonight, but my totals will be combined with tomorrow's numbers.
So there was this meme on tumblr and usually I don't cross post but this is a fic meme, so i figured why not?
post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). no context, no explanations. no more than one sentence!
* Staring at the ceiling, he says, "I might be a little drunk here."
* Tim's never spent much time trying to figure out his relationships.
* Buster honestly doesn't mind sitting on the balcony sipping Jack while Tim smokes and they talk about nothing and everything.
* He's been wearing her older bras, ones that have stretched out enough to fit around his chest, and while he hasn't complained, she knows they're not comfortable.
* It's a nice place and Madison would think it was a little too fake cowboy, but Lancaster is out in what counts as the country in California.
* Sirens can't help using their powers; without his nullifying collar, all Crawford would have to do was say something-anything-to be able to control everyone within hearing distance.
* Zito's weed is awesome.
* "I've been told they'll load me up with silver chains and either my Sire or the Head of my Line will cut my head off."
* "I know what fucking lard is."
* "I've been having a shitty time of it and you're offering to be, what--my punching bag?"
* "Beat the shit outta me tomorrow, make me cry in front of that fucking mirror, do it to me with nothin' but spit...I don't care."
* "You're Buster Posey," Hunter blurts out before thinking that maybe admitting he recognizes a gay porn star might not be the smartest thing he's ever done.
* But, Madison realizes, he still has some pride left and he's not gonna let some punk ass rook stare at him like he wants to see Madison on his knees.
[Oh God, there's a whole story about this one. I posted a pic of one of our rookies (Andrew Susac our back up catcher) on tumblr a while back and said something about Spring Training.
helens78 said something about how she'd like some training fic about him, "if you know what I mean." So I wrote something and then I wasn't really sure if it was what she had in mind and also it was in a series she hadn't read and so on, so I never posted it. Three weeks later I discovered that Susac's teen-aged sister is active on tumblr and that she checks Andrew's tag. The idea that this guy's little sister could have read Chiaroscuro verse fic about her brother a) being an asshole and b) getting the crap beat out of him by Buster Posey...well, I'm damn glad I never posted the fic.]
* "I don’t want to know what you’re feeling and I don’t want to always be needing to touch you and I don’t want this fucking bond and I don’t want you!"
* "I'm crazy, not stupid," Crawford mutters.
* They're home and he's just settled in front of a footstool and is rubbing his cheek against one of Javy's boots when Javy clears his throat.
* "You're what? Two-twenty? I'm not putting you on a cheap ass IKEA spanking bench."
[I cheated with that last one, but I love that bit so much.]
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I might do a little writing tonight, but my totals will be combined with tomorrow's numbers.
So there was this meme on tumblr and usually I don't cross post but this is a fic meme, so i figured why not?
post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). no context, no explanations. no more than one sentence!
* Staring at the ceiling, he says, "I might be a little drunk here."
* Tim's never spent much time trying to figure out his relationships.
* Buster honestly doesn't mind sitting on the balcony sipping Jack while Tim smokes and they talk about nothing and everything.
* He's been wearing her older bras, ones that have stretched out enough to fit around his chest, and while he hasn't complained, she knows they're not comfortable.
* It's a nice place and Madison would think it was a little too fake cowboy, but Lancaster is out in what counts as the country in California.
* Sirens can't help using their powers; without his nullifying collar, all Crawford would have to do was say something-anything-to be able to control everyone within hearing distance.
* Zito's weed is awesome.
* "I've been told they'll load me up with silver chains and either my Sire or the Head of my Line will cut my head off."
* "I know what fucking lard is."
* "I've been having a shitty time of it and you're offering to be, what--my punching bag?"
* "Beat the shit outta me tomorrow, make me cry in front of that fucking mirror, do it to me with nothin' but spit...I don't care."
* "You're Buster Posey," Hunter blurts out before thinking that maybe admitting he recognizes a gay porn star might not be the smartest thing he's ever done.
* But, Madison realizes, he still has some pride left and he's not gonna let some punk ass rook stare at him like he wants to see Madison on his knees.
[Oh God, there's a whole story about this one. I posted a pic of one of our rookies (Andrew Susac our back up catcher) on tumblr a while back and said something about Spring Training.
helens78 said something about how she'd like some training fic about him, "if you know what I mean." So I wrote something and then I wasn't really sure if it was what she had in mind and also it was in a series she hadn't read and so on, so I never posted it. Three weeks later I discovered that Susac's teen-aged sister is active on tumblr and that she checks Andrew's tag. The idea that this guy's little sister could have read Chiaroscuro verse fic about her brother a) being an asshole and b) getting the crap beat out of him by Buster Posey...well, I'm damn glad I never posted the fic.]
* "I don’t want to know what you’re feeling and I don’t want to always be needing to touch you and I don’t want this fucking bond and I don’t want you!"
* "I'm crazy, not stupid," Crawford mutters.
* They're home and he's just settled in front of a footstool and is rubbing his cheek against one of Javy's boots when Javy clears his throat.
* "You're what? Two-twenty? I'm not putting you on a cheap ass IKEA spanking bench."
[I cheated with that last one, but I love that bit so much.]
crossposted from http://telesilla.dreamwidth.org/366945.html |
comments | you can comment at my DW using OpenID