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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*
6. As a rule, November treated East Texas pretty kindly, still shirtsleeve weather, but the humidity relented at last, a much-needed breather after the long swelter of summer.
7. A woman's utter unflappability could lose its charm after fourteen years of marriage.
8. The problem with being a creative genius, a veritable advertising legend, Aaron McRae had found, was that everyone was out to get you.
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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6. As a rule, November treated East Texas pretty kindly, still shirtsleeve weather, but the humidity relented at last, a much-needed breather after the long swelter of summer.
7. A woman's utter unflappability could lose its charm after fourteen years of marriage.
8. The problem with being a creative genius, a veritable advertising legend, Aaron McRae had found, was that everyone was out to get you.
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.
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Date: 2009-03-05 08:42 pm (UTC)That is a wonderful line!
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Date: 2009-03-05 09:44 pm (UTC)Oooh, that's so nice. *cuddles Rodney*
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Date: 2009-03-09 10:25 am (UTC)Also, the Russian spam just makes me want to learn Russian so I can know what the heck they're saying!