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Is it WIP excerpt time? I think it is!
Oct. 24th, 2012 11:36 pmSo ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
htebazytook and I have just a handful of scenes left to write, and the first draft of "The Bone Fiddle" will be done! (I think we're looking at 60-65,000 words--by far the longest fic I've ever written even though only half of it's mine).
We've been having so much fun on it we didn't want the process to end. Fortunately, maybe, a wild plot bunny for a sequel appeared today!
Lead in to this bit: We're in (fictional) Arthel County, West Virginia, in November of 1973. John has come back from Vietnam to find that the old family land he expected to be able to live on has been destroyed by strip mining. (Broad-form deed. Google it and weep.) He's staying on another, crappier patch of land, in a crappy little trailer as temporary housing, and winter's coming on. It's in a little holler in the back of beyond; lots of maps don't even seem to know Route 221 is even there. He met his sweet friendly neighbor Mrs. Hudson his first day; and last night he's just met his creepy enigmatic neighbor Sherlock, who picked him up at a square dance (!) and wound up taking him to a place where a murder victim's body was found. And then abandoned him there.
The next morning, John decides to try a little deduction of his own, and by "deduction" we mean "snooping" and "trespassing."
( End State Maintenance )
I havehtebazytook's agreement that it's fun to do this, but still to be on the safe side I grabbed an excerpt that's pretty much all me (at least at this early stage; I have a feeling we'll merge a lot more soon). We live and die by the Rule of Funny, but we've got some dark drama in here too, we promise.
htebazytook and I have just a handful of scenes left to write, and the first draft of "The Bone Fiddle" will be done! (I think we're looking at 60-65,000 words--by far the longest fic I've ever written even though only half of it's mine).We've been having so much fun on it we didn't want the process to end. Fortunately, maybe, a wild plot bunny for a sequel appeared today!
Lead in to this bit: We're in (fictional) Arthel County, West Virginia, in November of 1973. John has come back from Vietnam to find that the old family land he expected to be able to live on has been destroyed by strip mining. (Broad-form deed. Google it and weep.) He's staying on another, crappier patch of land, in a crappy little trailer as temporary housing, and winter's coming on. It's in a little holler in the back of beyond; lots of maps don't even seem to know Route 221 is even there. He met his sweet friendly neighbor Mrs. Hudson his first day; and last night he's just met his creepy enigmatic neighbor Sherlock, who picked him up at a square dance (!) and wound up taking him to a place where a murder victim's body was found. And then abandoned him there.
The next morning, John decides to try a little deduction of his own, and by "deduction" we mean "snooping" and "trespassing."
( End State Maintenance )
I have
htebazytook's agreement that it's fun to do this, but still to be on the safe side I grabbed an excerpt that's pretty much all me (at least at this early stage; I have a feeling we'll merge a lot more soon). We live and die by the Rule of Funny, but we've got some dark drama in here too, we promise.
