October was not so slow a month as it appears. Until my muse crashed head-long into a now three week stint with bronchial crap, I was actually on target for finishing my
spn_halloween fic - which is currently holding steady at 16,000 words. (Yep, I'm writing an old-school casefic!) I did get some stuff completed in October, though...
- Iambic Pentameter and Other Methods of Elizabethan Torture - Sam kept telling himself that he was writing the sonnet for those ten extra points on his Shakespeare project. Besides, it wasn't like anyone but Mr. Duran was going to read it, anyway. This is actually something of a sequel to The Square Root of Pi, taking place within the other story, and was my response to the the It Must Be Bunnies challenge on spn_het_love, using the prompt "Wee!Sam (or Teenage!Sam, whichever) writes a poem for a girl in his class. True to cliche, she finds it." Sam POV. Sam/OFC (HET). PG-13. Teen!chesters. Word count: 6690 words.
- Sharp Dressed Man - Sam could make cracks about chicks digging a man in uniform until he was blue in the face but it wouldn't change a thing. There was a reason why Dean Winchester didn't play dress up unless it was for a job and her name was Betty Lou Perkins. Even her sister thought she was the Antichrist with pom-poms. Although my brain was incapable of writing a serious case fic, a little bit of Dorky!Dean with a side of smut cheered me up. This story was initially based on a throwaway comment from Dean in Iambic Pentameter and Other Methods of Elizabethan Torture and somehow ended up being a companion piece to Backdoor Man as well. (In other words, the Poughkeepsie stories crashed headlong into the "present" of the 'verse I wrote them in.) The angst is just a whisper over a paragraph or two and I'm proud of the framing structure I used to tell the story. Dean POV. Dean/OFCs (Het). NC-17. Warnings: Some Teen!chesters, including underaged sexual situations; Dean is 17. Word count: 4840.
The current status of all unfinished writing projects can be found
here.