I'm a quick study (knock wood)
Nov. 25th, 2002 04:56 pmA hundred words here, a hundred words there. My office is drafty and my computer is creaky, but that's OK - I like to keep multiple projects going at once. There's the regular-job writing, for one, as always. NaNoWriMo was a big bust for me this year. I made several mistakes, mostly involving not planning enough and starting off with a partially autobiographical setup that just didn't hold my interest enough to motivate me in the long run.
To make myself feel better, here are some teasers from fics in progress.
Dark Tolkienslash, The Ring and the Crown:
They say this is the Gift of Men, to be less substantial than dust, wasted upon the gale and then heard no more. To strive, to build, to grow, and to die: The Glowing Ones, the Whores of the Valar, have dressed the ugly truth in their pretty words which they hand down from their groaning palaces on the grave-mounds of Time. ( Read more... )
And from the Potterverse, het, from the first of the round of stories that will follow up the Ravenous series:
"Petra. For heaven's sake, no one's holding your grief against you, but can't you even tell us what you've done? The Ministry's not here. No one's judging you--"
Petrovna turned around to face them, and all the gathered ones moved back just a little at the grey chill that seemed to emerge from her as she drew herself to her full height.( Read more... )
And don't worry, challenge fans - I'm keeping that Harry/Madam Hooch bunny warm on the burner, for one of those times soon when I gotta ditch this deep tension stuff and just write some smut.
Going insane because getting that last paragraph off the italics is being a LOT more difficult than it should be, and my browser ("stoppeth one of three") isn't helping.
To make myself feel better, here are some teasers from fics in progress.
Dark Tolkienslash, The Ring and the Crown:
They say this is the Gift of Men, to be less substantial than dust, wasted upon the gale and then heard no more. To strive, to build, to grow, and to die: The Glowing Ones, the Whores of the Valar, have dressed the ugly truth in their pretty words which they hand down from their groaning palaces on the grave-mounds of Time. ( Read more... )
And from the Potterverse, het, from the first of the round of stories that will follow up the Ravenous series:
"Petra. For heaven's sake, no one's holding your grief against you, but can't you even tell us what you've done? The Ministry's not here. No one's judging you--"
Petrovna turned around to face them, and all the gathered ones moved back just a little at the grey chill that seemed to emerge from her as she drew herself to her full height.( Read more... )
And don't worry, challenge fans - I'm keeping that Harry/Madam Hooch bunny warm on the burner, for one of those times soon when I gotta ditch this deep tension stuff and just write some smut.
Going insane because getting that last paragraph off the italics is being a LOT more difficult than it should be, and my browser ("stoppeth one of three") isn't helping.