Fic list: 2007
Feels silly to do this for so few stories, but here goes:
2007 fic list
(2006 list here)
January
Untouchable - 3,200 words
This was my first: Story based on a dream; UST; post-ep fic.
A line I love: House shakes his head to the side, once, without tugging his arm free, and when he speaks, his voice is quiet, rough, with an edge to it that sounds like a plea.
Still love this one, and I think it'll be the one I choose to do "DVD" commentary for when it's my turn at the comm.
February
Be My Valentine - 1,100 words
This was my first: Sequel, of a sort (to "Welcome to Whoville").
A line I love: "You taste sweet," Wilson said, a smile tugging at the left side of his mouth.
I remember the day I wrote this, one morning/afternoon at work when we had a snowstorm and nobody was doing anything productive. I enjoyed being able to add sensory detail to their kiss using a New Yorker's many years of experience eating at diners.
April
On Knowledge (All Ye Know on Earth, and All Ye Need to Know Remix) (with commentary here) - 1,650 words
This was my first: Remix.
A line I love: In any case, it is now the Friday night in question, and, having showered and brushed his hair and found trousers that don't look like Wormtail's had a go at them and pressed the brown shirt Sirius likes because it apparently compliments Remus' eyes, Remus is pacing very small circles in his very small flat, fretting about an entirely new set of questions he doesn't know the answers to.
Why my Remus/Sirius stories have so far all been light and fun despite the inherent tragedy of the Marauders, I could not say; but this was fun to write, once it got going, and I'm happy with how it turned out. Plus, it was fun to sneak in some Keats in the title.
Coming Into Focus (The Director's Cut Remix) (with commentary here) - 3,000 words
This was my first: Pinch hit; song fic, kind of.
A line I love: As if sensing House's troubled thoughts in his sleep, Wilson murmurs and rubs his cheek across House's shoulder a few times before settling down, tightening his hold around House's torso.
I don't know how different this story would be if it'd been written in more than a week (my memories of the writing process were of listening to "Bone in my Ear" on endless repeat and panicking to a couple of betas every ten minutes), but I do like it.
May/June
The One in Which Wilson Plays a Mafia Punching Bag so House Can Comfort Him (A Birthday Tribute) (or the whole story on one page at my website) - 9,900 words
This was my first: Meta fic; crack; hurt/comfort; insertion of fellow LJ-ers (and self, briefly).
A line I love: Inevitably, Arnello had returned, muttering something about a pig and a convertible.
And also: Tentatively, House touched one of the longest scars, shiny and baby-smooth, curving below Wilson's ribs like a scythe.
Well, this was certainly a... unique experience. *g* It was a lot of fun to write, and covered a lot of ground, emotionally. One reader described it as schizophrenic, which I think is accurate and also probably a result of it having been pieced together in so many sittings over several weeks, although I do hope it all came together for people by the end-silly, sexy, stirring, strange.
August
The Misadventures of Inarticulate!House and Dom!Wilson (with apology here) - ~7,000 words
This was my first: MST.
A line I love: "Holy migrating nipples, Batman!"
I still feel bad about having done this when the mocked story is by someone on LJ who doesn't know about it (as far as I know, anyway), but at the same time, I'm proud of it; I think there are a lot of funny lines in there, and I wish it could be circulated further without hurting the original author.
The post is locked to members of that community, but I'm happy to email a copy to anyone who wants.
September
An Unanticipated Side Effect of Dosing Oneself with Wraith Enzyme to Deliver an Important Message - 513 words
This was my first: SGA fic (completed).
A line I love: He knows everyone around him is some shade of stupid but the enzyme must make it worse somehow because they don't understand that Sheppard and Teyla and Ronon are in mortal danger and for once Sheppard's charm isn't going to save them because charm doesn't work on a hive ship full of Wraith with their, their webs and their ridiculous teeth and their enzyme, mm, enzyme, is it hot in here?
This came together so easily. So easily. Just outlined the end-words and let Rodney go. He and House were both made for sestinas in their own ways.
One day I will write more SGA fic. One day.
ETA: December
Mission Reports in 17 Easy Syllables - ~130 words
This was my first: Fannish haiku? Attempt at communal fanficcy silliness?
A line I love: (I really hate bugs.)
Some Christmas Eve SGA & House haiku, which totally do not count as fic, but I'm putting them here anyway, because now it looks like I've written something since September.
The end.
Total: 7 stories/poems in three fandoms; 26,400 words. (Half the number of fics and 300 more words than last year.) Plus 16,400 words' worth of WsIP.
2007 fic list
(2006 list here)
January
Untouchable - 3,200 words
This was my first: Story based on a dream; UST; post-ep fic.
A line I love: House shakes his head to the side, once, without tugging his arm free, and when he speaks, his voice is quiet, rough, with an edge to it that sounds like a plea.
Still love this one, and I think it'll be the one I choose to do "DVD" commentary for when it's my turn at the comm.
February
Be My Valentine - 1,100 words
This was my first: Sequel, of a sort (to "Welcome to Whoville").
A line I love: "You taste sweet," Wilson said, a smile tugging at the left side of his mouth.
I remember the day I wrote this, one morning/afternoon at work when we had a snowstorm and nobody was doing anything productive. I enjoyed being able to add sensory detail to their kiss using a New Yorker's many years of experience eating at diners.
April
On Knowledge (All Ye Know on Earth, and All Ye Need to Know Remix) (with commentary here) - 1,650 words
This was my first: Remix.
A line I love: In any case, it is now the Friday night in question, and, having showered and brushed his hair and found trousers that don't look like Wormtail's had a go at them and pressed the brown shirt Sirius likes because it apparently compliments Remus' eyes, Remus is pacing very small circles in his very small flat, fretting about an entirely new set of questions he doesn't know the answers to.
Why my Remus/Sirius stories have so far all been light and fun despite the inherent tragedy of the Marauders, I could not say; but this was fun to write, once it got going, and I'm happy with how it turned out. Plus, it was fun to sneak in some Keats in the title.
Coming Into Focus (The Director's Cut Remix) (with commentary here) - 3,000 words
This was my first: Pinch hit; song fic, kind of.
A line I love: As if sensing House's troubled thoughts in his sleep, Wilson murmurs and rubs his cheek across House's shoulder a few times before settling down, tightening his hold around House's torso.
I don't know how different this story would be if it'd been written in more than a week (my memories of the writing process were of listening to "Bone in my Ear" on endless repeat and panicking to a couple of betas every ten minutes), but I do like it.
May/June
The One in Which Wilson Plays a Mafia Punching Bag so House Can Comfort Him (A Birthday Tribute) (or the whole story on one page at my website) - 9,900 words
This was my first: Meta fic; crack; hurt/comfort; insertion of fellow LJ-ers (and self, briefly).
A line I love: Inevitably, Arnello had returned, muttering something about a pig and a convertible.
And also: Tentatively, House touched one of the longest scars, shiny and baby-smooth, curving below Wilson's ribs like a scythe.
Well, this was certainly a... unique experience. *g* It was a lot of fun to write, and covered a lot of ground, emotionally. One reader described it as schizophrenic, which I think is accurate and also probably a result of it having been pieced together in so many sittings over several weeks, although I do hope it all came together for people by the end-silly, sexy, stirring, strange.
August
The Misadventures of Inarticulate!House and Dom!Wilson (with apology here) - ~7,000 words
This was my first: MST.
A line I love: "Holy migrating nipples, Batman!"
I still feel bad about having done this when the mocked story is by someone on LJ who doesn't know about it (as far as I know, anyway), but at the same time, I'm proud of it; I think there are a lot of funny lines in there, and I wish it could be circulated further without hurting the original author.
The post is locked to members of that community, but I'm happy to email a copy to anyone who wants.
September
An Unanticipated Side Effect of Dosing Oneself with Wraith Enzyme to Deliver an Important Message - 513 words
This was my first: SGA fic (completed).
A line I love: He knows everyone around him is some shade of stupid but the enzyme must make it worse somehow because they don't understand that Sheppard and Teyla and Ronon are in mortal danger and for once Sheppard's charm isn't going to save them because charm doesn't work on a hive ship full of Wraith with their, their webs and their ridiculous teeth and their enzyme, mm, enzyme, is it hot in here?
This came together so easily. So easily. Just outlined the end-words and let Rodney go. He and House were both made for sestinas in their own ways.
One day I will write more SGA fic. One day.
ETA: December
Mission Reports in 17 Easy Syllables - ~130 words
This was my first: Fannish haiku? Attempt at communal fanficcy silliness?
A line I love: (I really hate bugs.)
Some Christmas Eve SGA & House haiku, which totally do not count as fic, but I'm putting them here anyway, because now it looks like I've written something since September.
The end.
Total: 7 stories/poems in three fandoms; 26,400 words. (Half the number of fics and 300 more words than last year.) Plus 16,400 words' worth of WsIP.