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because memes are more fun than reality.
This is me, not thinking about tomorrow's trip to the dentist, tomorrow's slew of moving- and credit-card-debt-related phone calls, or the Supreme Court. Instead, a meme!
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pearl_o among others: If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post exactly one sentence/paragraph/whatever from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favorite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion. Mention the title (and genre) if you like, but don't mention anything else -- this is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).
(I did this one in November, when it was NaNo-appropriate, and posted snippets from seven WIPs. 1.083 of them got finished in the intervening eight months, and the rest... probably won't be. Also, in November, they were all from one fandom and now they're, uh. Not.)
Anyway, WIPs:
mute!Charlie
"Hey, Charlie. How you doing? Did Dad try scaring you out of it again?"
Charlie rolled his eyes and flipped back a few pages to show Don the sheet that said, in huge, angrily scrawled letters, repeatedly circled and underlined, NOT HICCUPS.
amnesiafic
They lost the first fourteen hours--fourteen hours--because everyone at school thought he was with Don, and Don thought he was at school.
sleepy!wilson
"You're in third floor storage, off Maternity, sleeping on a gurney," House informed him, a hint of humor in his dry voice.
"Not sleeping anymore," James muttered, wondering why he still hadn't let go of House's arm, "but, yes, clearly I am hiding. Not well enough."
shunned!rodney
Rodney thought they were arguing, like civilized people, right up until the point when Simpson stopped trying to interrupt and turned her back on him. He stopped talking himself, stunned, and said, "Oh you have got to be--" But everyone else who had gathered around when the yelling started was turning away too. When he looked at Radek, standing at his side, Radek wouldn't meet his eyes, and then he turned away completely, just like the rest. "You're kidding me," Rodney snapped, even as Radek reached for his radio.
ot3gypt (follow-on to "With the Dying")
Sam reclassified the second Daniel Jackson from "quiet, kinda hot" to "creepy, possibly sociopathic," when he walked up while they were eating breakfast and said expressionlessly, "Teal'c's dead."
Selectively swiped from
pearl_o among others: If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post exactly one sentence/paragraph/whatever from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favorite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion. Mention the title (and genre) if you like, but don't mention anything else -- this is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).(I did this one in November, when it was NaNo-appropriate, and posted snippets from seven WIPs. 1.083 of them got finished in the intervening eight months, and the rest... probably won't be. Also, in November, they were all from one fandom and now they're, uh. Not.)
Anyway, WIPs:
mute!Charlie
"Hey, Charlie. How you doing? Did Dad try scaring you out of it again?"
Charlie rolled his eyes and flipped back a few pages to show Don the sheet that said, in huge, angrily scrawled letters, repeatedly circled and underlined, NOT HICCUPS.
amnesiafic
They lost the first fourteen hours--fourteen hours--because everyone at school thought he was with Don, and Don thought he was at school.
sleepy!wilson
"You're in third floor storage, off Maternity, sleeping on a gurney," House informed him, a hint of humor in his dry voice.
"Not sleeping anymore," James muttered, wondering why he still hadn't let go of House's arm, "but, yes, clearly I am hiding. Not well enough."
shunned!rodney
Rodney thought they were arguing, like civilized people, right up until the point when Simpson stopped trying to interrupt and turned her back on him. He stopped talking himself, stunned, and said, "Oh you have got to be--" But everyone else who had gathered around when the yelling started was turning away too. When he looked at Radek, standing at his side, Radek wouldn't meet his eyes, and then he turned away completely, just like the rest. "You're kidding me," Rodney snapped, even as Radek reached for his radio.
ot3gypt (follow-on to "With the Dying")
Sam reclassified the second Daniel Jackson from "quiet, kinda hot" to "creepy, possibly sociopathic," when he walked up while they were eating breakfast and said expressionlessly, "Teal'c's dead."