elisi: Edwin and Charles (Writing is hard! by missmurchison)
elisi ([personal profile] elisi) wrote2012-01-30 09:11 pm
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WIP meme

Stolen from my flist. Because I have NO TIME, but I love all these stories. (Everything un-beta'd & a bit rough and I go a little over the three sentences with most of these.)

Post the first sentence (or three) from every WIP you're currently working on, even if it's very short. Then invite people to ask questions about your WIPs. 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!


My Immortal 2
This is the current beginning. It's going to change, because... it's terrible. And I need to add more stuff. And things. (Why does this chapter hate me, WHY?)

London, 26th of June 2010

Martha and Mickey were of course the first to arrive. Buffy had silently prayed that Gwen and Rhys would beat them, but they’d called a good while ago, saying that they’d be late.


Divided Destiny
This is the sequel to Maybe Someday. It currently consists of nearly 50,000 words, and is only half finished. It's is brilliant and epic and I have everything planned out - I don't know if I'll ever manage to finish it. *cries*

The desert lay silent and still under the vast blackness of the night’s sky. Then the air began to shimmer and tear apart, and a moment later a hollow of nothingness hung above the sand.

Through the rent stepped three figures. Two males clad in leather coats - one tall and dark, one slim and blonde; both carrying themselves with the unconscious easy authority and self-assurance of warriors long accustomed to battle.

The third figure was female in shape, but its demeanour spoke of otherness and its eyes were as old as time and chilly blue.


In A Glass Darkly
Continuation of the Master returns, but longer. And kinda disturbing?

The shot hit him squarely in the right shoulder.

He crashed against the wall, and then onto the floor, but as he tried to get up again he realised that River was already beside him, twisting his hands behind his back, causing him to cry out in pain.

“Stop being a baby,” she said dismissively, “it’s only pain. And I’m sure you’ve had worse.”

Then there was a metallic ‘clack’ and he felt the far too familiar coldness of handcuffs around his wrists.

“Hey!” he choked out, “where’d you get handcuffs from?”

“Oh wouldn’t you just love to know?” she purred, and he clamped down on what he was about to say, studying her properly - the dancing eyes, the smug smile, the confident curls.

Something different than the usual companion. The Doctor’s wife (?), yet she carried a gun...

He opened his mouth, but she put a finger across his lips.

“Before you start, know that the only reason you’re still alive is because the Doctor has some lingering affection for you. But give me an excuse - just one - and I will kill you.”


To Have and To Hold
Totally jossed by First Night, but will probably post at some point anyway.

Her whole life she’d been focused on the Doctor.

Wait for the Doctor. Kill the Doctor. And lastly, lately, learn about the Doctor.

She had found him in words like he must have known she would. Had sought him out in stories and reports and ancient texts and myths and legends. Collecting and working and trying to make everything fit together, discover her own role, discover who he was from a hundred thousand fragments.

She had been looking for a good man. What she had found had caused her to fall head-over-heels in love.


Trust Me (I'm a Lying Liar Who Lies)
Essentially an excuse to let Martha and Mickey meet River. (Spoiler: It doesn't go smoothly.)

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yes, Mickey, I’m sure. It’s got that... oddness. Any second UNIT are going to get wind of it and come wading in, and although I have every respect for them, I know what their procedures are like. The Doctor will know what’s going on, because this sort of thing is what he does.”

“It’s just...” he had that face where he was trying to be gentle with her. She loved that face, even though it often made things more awkward.

“Martha, the last time we saw him...”

“I know,” she said flatly, trying to suppress the memory.“He’s a Timelord, I’m sure... I’m sure he was fine.”

Mickey didn’t look convinced, but before he could voice any more objections Martha pressed her lips together and pulled out her phone. She’d call him and he would be fine. He had to be. After Jack... She couldn’t lose both her dashing, immortal heroes one right after the other. Surely there were intergalactic laws against that.

It took a good while before there was an answer, however.


Dating the Cleverest Boy in the World
Wrote this out just now - literally. (I have THE WHOLE STORY in my head. I really need to write it down, don't I? But there's so much... /o\)

Allison’s mother came to pick them up from the train station, and managed to flummox Alex within moments of meeting them. Allison wasn’t sure whether to be embarrassed or proud.

“Oh look at you!” her mother exclaimed, holding Alex out at arm’s length after giving him a thorough hug. “All tall and handsome, just like your father - the live chats didn’t do you justice at all!”

Tilting her head, her eyes narrowed.

“Yes, remarkably like your father - it’s almost uncanny. Well apart from the hair.”

Alex didn't move a muscle, but Allison could still sense the tenseness.

“Also I’m not evil,” he said lightly, and her mother waved her hand dismissively.

“Oh all politicians are evil. Your father at least had the grace to be handsome and charming. I voted for him then, and I’d vote for him again, mark my words. The world’s going to pot anyway, and he was a sight for sore eyes.”

Slowly a wide smile spread across Alex’s face.

“I... Allie, I think I love your mum.”

Her mother laughed.

“And I got you to smile! Marvellous. Now, let’s get home and have a nice cup of tea, it’s freezing! Let’s hope it doesn’t snow...”

“Don’t worry,” Alex was still smiling as he picked up their bags, “there will be no snow until Christmas, I guarantee it!”

“Allison - he’s a treasure! This way - I parked down a side road where I didn’t have to pay...”

[identity profile] penny-lane-42.livejournal.com 2012-01-30 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Essentially an excuse to let Martha and Mickey meet River. (Spoiler: It doesn't go smoothly.)


I WANT THIS SO BAD.
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[personal profile] promethia_tenk 2012-01-30 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
I LUFF it. Which I probably shouldn't say about my own story.
Bullshit. There is nothing wrong with liking your own work and saying so. *glares at the assembly to drive home point*
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[personal profile] promethia_tenk 2012-02-01 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
I was going to blame LJ culture, but that works too . . .
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[personal profile] promethia_tenk 2012-02-02 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
*pets* It's ok, I'm scared of them too. *ponders* Though, oddly, not on this issue.
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[identity profile] redjaywrites.livejournal.com 2012-01-31 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
If you don't love your own work, you shouldn't expect anyone else to. Of course I'm being a little hypocritical saying that, but we all love your work so vice versa, so should you. (:

[identity profile] betawho.livejournal.com 2012-01-30 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
I want to read To Have and To Hold! I love reading behind the scenes stuff about River. How her life was shaped and why she acts the way she does.

This sounds great!
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[personal profile] kathyh 2012-01-30 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Why does this chapter hate me, WHY?

It doesn't hate you. It was nearly there. It just needed more of what I told you it needed more of *g*.
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[identity profile] redjaywrites.livejournal.com 2012-01-31 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
Well all of your WIPs are awesome and make me want to write fanfiction again, but more than anything else I have to say ALEX ALEX ALEX 8D *FANGIRL OF THE SEEKER*
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[identity profile] redjaywrites.livejournal.com 2012-01-31 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
...now look what you've done to my muse. I just wrote this now:

“So you’re calling yourself the Seeker now?”

Rodageitmososa tipped her head onto one side, playing with a feather that, along with her red-fringe-in-need-of-a-cut-since-it-was-nearly-longer-than-the-rest-of-her-hair, had fallen in front of her face. After a second she caught herself, letting the soft red plume drop from her fingers and smiling to herself, all of this in a second. She was behaving like a schoolgirl with a crush – which was just weird, since she still thought of Al- the Seeker as a Time Tot, and let’s not get started on her opinions of his father – all fingers and thumbs and stupid questions. It was probably what came from agreeing to do a favour for the Doctor, and for Jack. They were both insatiable flirts and impossible to say no to, in their own ways. And Roda, if nothing else, was still a Time Lady.

“I am.”

Roda winced. He wasn’t a child anymore, she knew that. But since she’d never had a Time Tot of her own, and she’d been giving Alexander – damn it, she would call him Alexander, at least in her mind – lessons in Gallifreyan history for so long, she’d almost come to think of him as a proxy. If something were to happen to him, she was sure she would fight that threat almost as hard as his father, mother or uncle – the Doctor – would do.

Perhaps, she reasoned, she just didn’t have anything else to fight for. Jack had convinced her that yes, the twenty first century might be in need of a Robin Hood figure, but if that figure was Roda then he wouldn’t be able to continue protecting and covering for her, so that was out. And with her TARDIS grounded for the time being – a collision involving a time storm had put her in need of repairs that were in need of materials she wasn’t able to fetch without a TARDIS, and the Doctor was busy – she had been lying on her back in a hammock trying to read a book and convince herself she wasn’t bored when her TARDIS had let Alex in without complaint.
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[identity profile] redjaywrites.livejournal.com 2012-01-31 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
I - I think my AU ends up being quite a bit after he's 8, because I fail writing kids? *ducks head* I posted a story but am currently too scared to work on OCs much, in fear of destruction of characters/out of control ball of string plots bouncing unhelpfully around the room. But glad you liked insta-writing?
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[identity profile] redjaywrites.livejournal.com 2012-02-01 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
...You're right, it actually is a good icon for that. I have it titled 'convoluted'. This is my 'plot' icon XD

[identity profile] bendingwind.livejournal.com 2012-01-31 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
Oooo exciting and I want all these things (*grabby hands here*) but especially In A Glass Darkly! Aaaaaall the River v. the Master, plz!

[identity profile] zanthinegirl.livejournal.com 2012-01-31 08:12 am (UTC)(link)
So there's at least a possibility that there will be more dating the cleverest boy in the world? Yeah!

[personal profile] kikimay 2012-01-31 01:23 pm (UTC)(link)
It's is brilliant and epic and I have everything planned out - I don't know if I'll ever manage to finish it. *cries*

Finish it, please! >O<
*iz waiting*

[identity profile] mizuki1988.livejournal.com 2012-02-01 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Ooooooh, please indulge yourself some more with the Martha&Mickey meeting River story... so that you can spoil us with it later :D:D I would REALLY love to read that :D

[identity profile] honeynoir.livejournal.com 2012-02-04 11:56 am (UTC)(link)
Eee, all sound amazing!

The Master/River one is entirely accurate because she would do it like that and the Master would think like that. (Confident curls!)

Also Martha and Mickey! \o/

[identity profile] honeynoir.livejournal.com 2012-02-04 12:24 pm (UTC)(link)
I have about 10 different versions - all doing the same thing, but with different wordings and emphasis and I can't choose! Heh.
Ten alternate universes?

I am so pleased with it. Sometimes something just works, and you're not even sure where it came from
That must be the perfect way of describing River's hair. Also River, tbh. And I love that feeling of "did I even write this?"

If I find the time, you might see the first part today.
\o/!

[identity profile] honeynoir.livejournal.com 2012-02-04 12:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Something like... I change one line a fraction and everything goes down a slightly different path.
Y! That way you could use all of them...

Although it also something makes praise really difficult to deal with? I mean, the way I write is generally to think up a scenario and then the characters just take it from there and it feels more like transcribing a scene than something I *invented*.
Ooh, interesting! I understand how that would be difficult to take credit for... You're basically letting the characters do what they want? How detailed a scenario do you start with? (I usually start with the dialogue and then fill in the blanks, and am thusly fascinated by the way you do it!)

I noticed the header! And now I'm even more intrigued...

[identity profile] honeynoir.livejournal.com 2012-02-04 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
I am trying my best to consolidate them all - might have to do it as a series of short fics or something.
Ohh, good idea!

I mean - I just let them react to what was going on, and everything just followed from that. The only problem (generally) is choosing which paths to go down if there are multiple choices.
Ah, I see... And the choosing part must be difficult! :/

The header just came from thinking about that game - The Eternity Clock I think it's called - and the fact that River is wearing her catsuit in it.
I haven't watched the trailers for that game yet... I probably should. The catsuit makes it instant win, though.

I play on this rather a lot in the fic. *g*
Hee! In all the right ways!