Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations [I'm planning to ignore this part of the meme]. No more than one sentence [and also this part *g*]!
Honestly, I think this is more WIP amnesty than anything else for me. Which is too bad! I do like some of these ideas.
1. The chorus had been going on all morning. The lion had started it. "Take it slow!"
I started this story for
scrunchy's birthday...I don't even know how many years ago. (Sorry,
scrunchy!) I have a page and a half, and it's funny. I like it! But I have no notes and absolutely no memory of what I had planned for the rest of the story. *sad face*
2. The moment the Ancient artifact went whoosh in his hands, lighting up as bright as a 100-watt bulb, pulsing through every color in the spectrum like some demented Christmas display, John knew he was in trouble.
Began this as a choose-your-own-adventure story. Got busy. Never finished it.
3. "I always knew I didn't trust that Jolly Green Giant dude." Dean just managed to duck as a carburetor went sailing past his head.
You wouldn't think writing a sex toy story starring Sam and Dean would be so difficult, but sadly, it was.
4. It's the stink of disinfectant, a big whiff of it, that John wakes up to, an experience all too familiar.
I was going to write the back-in-Atlantis sequel to Alpha Male, but I never did.
5. Rodney sleeps the way he lives, grasping and expansive. The sheet is tucked tightly beneath his chin, hand fisted in it as if he's fending off cover-nappers in his dreams.
I've been trying to write this voyeurism story for
barely_bean for a couple of years now. *fails*
( Original stuff I'm still working on )
In other news, Elizabeth Bear is bumming me out so much. Please, please stop talking now, E. Bear.
Also, I'm being besieged by Russian spam. I wish this would stop, as well.
On the brighter side, Pete and Patrick are still ADORABLE.
Honestly, I think this is more WIP amnesty than anything else for me. Which is too bad! I do like some of these ideas.
1. The chorus had been going on all morning. The lion had started it. "Take it slow!"
I started this story for
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2. The moment the Ancient artifact went whoosh in his hands, lighting up as bright as a 100-watt bulb, pulsing through every color in the spectrum like some demented Christmas display, John knew he was in trouble.
Began this as a choose-your-own-adventure story. Got busy. Never finished it.
3. "I always knew I didn't trust that Jolly Green Giant dude." Dean just managed to duck as a carburetor went sailing past his head.
You wouldn't think writing a sex toy story starring Sam and Dean would be so difficult, but sadly, it was.
4. It's the stink of disinfectant, a big whiff of it, that John wakes up to, an experience all too familiar.
I was going to write the back-in-Atlantis sequel to Alpha Male, but I never did.
5. Rodney sleeps the way he lives, grasping and expansive. The sheet is tucked tightly beneath his chin, hand fisted in it as if he's fending off cover-nappers in his dreams.
I've been trying to write this voyeurism story for
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( Original stuff I'm still working on )
In other news, Elizabeth Bear is bumming me out so much. Please, please stop talking now, E. Bear.
Also, I'm being besieged by Russian spam. I wish this would stop, as well.
On the brighter side, Pete and Patrick are still ADORABLE.