things wot I am (or should be) writing
Feb. 3rd, 2012 11:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So the WIP meme. Yeah. That's going around again!
Post a random sentence (or three whole paragraphs) from every WIP you're currently working on, even if it's very short. Then invite people to ask questions about your WIP. With any luck, you'll get talking about writing, and the motivation to take that WIP one step closer to completion will appear as if by magic!
Star Wars: genderswapped time-traveling lady Jedi
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Star Wars: sequel to "What is Lost"
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Narnia: Border Wars (NBB fic)
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Narnia: Dust in the Air 28
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Narnia: the one where Rilian presides over divorce court Narnia
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BSG: Cally and Helo at the shipyards, pre-series
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BSG: the Agathon family reunion fic
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BSG: Ghost in the Machine
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BSG/Dollhouse crossover
Okay, so I'm never allowed to complain that I have nothing to work on ever again.
Post a random sentence (or three whole paragraphs) from every WIP you're currently working on, even if it's very short. Then invite people to ask questions about your WIP. With any luck, you'll get talking about writing, and the motivation to take that WIP one step closer to completion will appear as if by magic!
Star Wars: genderswapped time-traveling lady Jedi
She can remember Obi-Wan waiting for her in the hangar, her eyes red-rimmed from crying and Qui-Gon’s lightsaber hanging on her belt. Anakin had clambered out of the starfighter, listening to the triumphant shouts from the Naboo pilots, and for the first time had the full intensity of Obi-Wan Kenobi’s attention with the intricate focus of the Force behind it. She’d stepped forward towards Anakin, kneeling down in front of her, and rested her hands on her knees as Anakin froze on the last step of the ladder.
Anakin, she’d said, I’m going to take care of you now.
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Star Wars: sequel to "What is Lost"
One of the Peacekeepers snaps his fingers in front of Nakin’s face to get his attention. “Jedi Master Anakin Skywalker?”
“Mechanic Nakin Starkiller,” Nakin corrects, flicking another glance at his weapons belt. His blaster twitches a little in the holster, the strap unsnapping. His lightsaber shifts too, as if hurt by the long disuse.
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Narnia: Border Wars (NBB fic)
To Jill’s surprise, Tirian laughs. “Rishda Tarkaan sent the false Aslan to preach theology to the scholars at The University? Does he mean him to fail?”
“I don’t know, please, call them off –”
The King glances at him, tipping his head slightly to one side as he studies the man’s terrified face, then shrugs and nods at the trees. The pine straightens up, the ash settles down, and the maple lets its roots lie flat against the ground.
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Narnia: Dust in the Air 28
“Daughter of Eve,” the High King says, and makes a strange motion with his chin, like he’s just tried to look down at his own mouth in surprise at the words, but he goes on without a beat lost, “why are you so eager to do this?”
Leocadia tips her chin up, dragging together the ragged shreds of her pride like a cloak, and says, “That is between me and my gods.”
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Narnia: the one where Rilian presides over divorce court Narnia
“Are you mad, woman?” Lord Gergiore bellows, starting to leap to his feet. “No man alive is fool enough to believe that the law of the High King holds true in Narnia after all these years –”
There is a soft rumble of disagreement throughout the watching crowd, and Master Jonstone shouts, “Narnian law is Narnian law, you fool. Or have you forgotten you live in Narnia, Telmarine?”
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BSG: Cally and Helo at the shipyards, pre-series
Cally follows his gaze. “We’re a pretty pathetic pair, huh?” she says, soft enough that Helo can ignore it if he wants.
“You know, whatever makes her happy,” Helo says, knocking back the remainder of his ambrosia. Then, “Frak me, don’t tell me the rest of the deck crew knows about it, it’s just a stupid crush. And it’s against regs,” he adds as an afterthought.
“Just me,” Cally says. She squeezes his arm, impulsive. “I think it’s cute.”
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BSG: the Agathon family reunion fic
Kara’s mouth quirks. “Okay, point taken. So how does the rest of this soap opera go? As Galactica Turns? You’ve already done the thing where you fall in love with someone’s identical twin – well, sort of. And she had a nefarious plan.”
Helo rolls his eyes. “Ha frakking ha.”
“Would you describe yourselves as star-crossed?”
“Control yourself for a couple of minutes, Starbuck,” Helo says. “This is serious.”
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BSG: Ghost in the Machine
“We need the final five,” D’Anna says. “And we need Hera and Athena. They’ll never come back to us as long as they think he’s alive.”
“My wife is a Colonial officer,” Helo says. “She will never go back to the Cylons. She will never allow our daughter to go to you people.”
D’Anna presses the barrel of the gun against his forehead. “I think you’re wrong, Helo. I think you’re the only thing keeping her on Galactica and once you’re gone she’ll fall over herself returning to her own people.”
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BSG/Dollhouse crossover
It’s not like he can tell anyone about it, because there’s just no good way he can walk into Jimmy’s office and say, “Hey, Coach, so I’m actually a robot from another planet. Hey, you know anything about those rumors about programmable people?” So instead he just keeps his head down, comes up with plays for the team, yells at the quarterback to move his ass, gods damn it, and hopes no one notices the slip. It’s frakking crazy, that’s what it is, the guy who’d just been a high school football coach fading away into the back of his mind like something out of a movie he’d seen once, a long time ago. Every time it’s harder for Sam to bring him out, to be that guy again, because when he’s contemplating the fate of the human race and wondering what’s happened to Galactica, what’s happened to Kara, high school football or whether or not the Twins are going to make it to the playoffs this year or if they’re going to build that IHOP down by the west interchange they’ve been talking about all kind of pales in comparison. Instead he devotes himself to some pretty extensive googling, which doesn’t really net him anything when “Thrace” pulls up some region in the Mediterranean, “Agathon” gets him lists of Attic Greek adjectives, and “Cylon” just confuses the hell out of the computer. He doesn’t even know if the others have their real names; he doesn’t.
Okay, so I'm never allowed to complain that I have nothing to work on ever again.