WIP meme thingy
Post the first sentence (or three) from every WIP you're currently working on, even if it's very short. Then invite people to ask questions about your WIPs. With any luck, the motivation to take that WIP one step closer to completion will appear as if by magic!
I've seen a few people doing this thing so I figured why not, since I spawn snippety beginnings like some bacteria propagate. These are just the ones that have a snowball's chance of getting finished and exist in generally-recognizable fandoms (i.e. I left out all the weird AU stuff from RP-land that the only giving-a-shit party has already read). One has bloated its way to nearly novel-length but the rest haven't got much to them. There's a couple for SPN, a couple for The Walking Dead, and a couple for The Hour. Two out of six are crossovers, because I'm me. XD
1. There is a routine to mornings: 5:30 always finds Castiel standing half asleep in his kitchen waiting for the kettle to boil. Between 5:32 and 5:33, he pours the (almost) boiling water over the metal ball of loose tea he filled the night before that sits waiting in a mug (this morning it's Darjeeling and World's Greatest Teacher).
2. "Human!" Glenn exclaimed it by reflex when he rose up from behind the pharmacy counter and saw the fat shotgun barrel in his face. Also by reflex he hefted his machete up, not that it would stop a bullet if they still wanted to shoot him.
3. The job is in a town called Angelica, which Dean can't help but think must be some kind of cruel cosmic joke.
4. Daryl sometimes dreams a prayer, said in harmony with a voice he knows as well as his own, but his voice is not his own.
5. Freddie is safe. Freddie will not love her, will not want more than she can give. They still don't go to the cinema. A drink once or twice, but that's about it as far as evenings out go. Sometimes she does photograph him. Sometimes in the dark, slow and still; sometimes in the light, looking pleased with himself and amused at her.
6. He could barely stand the loose cannon of a slip of a man from day one, with his thinly veiled-- no, unveiled whatsoever-- backhanded commentary, his upstarting and upstaging and sabotage. Hector read about himself in the the papers, of course. Saying he didn't only exempted him from comment on his position as skipper of a rudderless ship. Blame the arm-waving Miss Rowleys, the Mr Lyons' sleight of hand with the question script. Defend, deflect. Smile.
Well. Floor's open, I guess. Yay, crickets.
I've seen a few people doing this thing so I figured why not, since I spawn snippety beginnings like some bacteria propagate. These are just the ones that have a snowball's chance of getting finished and exist in generally-recognizable fandoms (i.e. I left out all the weird AU stuff from RP-land that the only giving-a-shit party has already read). One has bloated its way to nearly novel-length but the rest haven't got much to them. There's a couple for SPN, a couple for The Walking Dead, and a couple for The Hour. Two out of six are crossovers, because I'm me. XD
1. There is a routine to mornings: 5:30 always finds Castiel standing half asleep in his kitchen waiting for the kettle to boil. Between 5:32 and 5:33, he pours the (almost) boiling water over the metal ball of loose tea he filled the night before that sits waiting in a mug (this morning it's Darjeeling and World's Greatest Teacher).
2. "Human!" Glenn exclaimed it by reflex when he rose up from behind the pharmacy counter and saw the fat shotgun barrel in his face. Also by reflex he hefted his machete up, not that it would stop a bullet if they still wanted to shoot him.
3. The job is in a town called Angelica, which Dean can't help but think must be some kind of cruel cosmic joke.
4. Daryl sometimes dreams a prayer, said in harmony with a voice he knows as well as his own, but his voice is not his own.
5. Freddie is safe. Freddie will not love her, will not want more than she can give. They still don't go to the cinema. A drink once or twice, but that's about it as far as evenings out go. Sometimes she does photograph him. Sometimes in the dark, slow and still; sometimes in the light, looking pleased with himself and amused at her.
6. He could barely stand the loose cannon of a slip of a man from day one, with his thinly veiled-- no, unveiled whatsoever-- backhanded commentary, his upstarting and upstaging and sabotage. Hector read about himself in the the papers, of course. Saying he didn't only exempted him from comment on his position as skipper of a rudderless ship. Blame the arm-waving Miss Rowleys, the Mr Lyons' sleight of hand with the question script. Defend, deflect. Smile.
Well. Floor's open, I guess. Yay, crickets.