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turpsMy mini nano pledge was 300 words. It's now 7 and I've yet to look at a file. However, I have had a productive day which included getting new books at the library and going for a lovely walk at the park. Now I've just had a shower which means I smell of Snow Fairy and have a hot cup of coffee and will get to those words.
My plan for this month is to finish my Help Pakistan story, in which stupid but brave decisions are made and people put in cages and cuddles given to the bruised and broken and branded. Also, start and work on a Killjoys story where Bob is a mechanic who has a workshop with Patrick and brave but stupid decisions are made and cuddles given to the bruised and broken. However, there'll be no cages, or branding. At least not that I've planned yet. I've also just seen there's only two months to write the h/c bingo stories, which is scary as I'm a moron who keeps forgetting to link my posted stories to the squares, simply because in my head each prompt should result in a fic specifically written for that prompt and those posted stories weren't.
Good luck to all you Nano people, and those waiting for your MtyG assignments.
And jumping topic completely. I wasn't impressed at all at the Strictly result this week >:(
Right. Words now. Then I can read some of the fic I have tabbed.
My plan for this month is to finish my Help Pakistan story, in which stupid but brave decisions are made and people put in cages and cuddles given to the bruised and broken and branded. Also, start and work on a Killjoys story where Bob is a mechanic who has a workshop with Patrick and brave but stupid decisions are made and cuddles given to the bruised and broken. However, there'll be no cages, or branding. At least not that I've planned yet. I've also just seen there's only two months to write the h/c bingo stories, which is scary as I'm a moron who keeps forgetting to link my posted stories to the squares, simply because in my head each prompt should result in a fic specifically written for that prompt and those posted stories weren't.
Good luck to all you Nano people, and those waiting for your MtyG assignments.
And jumping topic completely. I wasn't impressed at all at the Strictly result this week >:(
Right. Words now. Then I can read some of the fic I have tabbed.
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Date: 2010-11-01 07:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-01 07:25 pm (UTC)It was embarrassing seeing her being hauled around the floor like that.
Also, I wanted Brendan to punch Len in his stupid face.
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Date: 2010-11-01 08:48 pm (UTC)Brendan should have punched Len because Len was completely wrong this time around. It sucks that Brendan actually gives the judges what they want and it's still not good enough.
They should bring the dance-off back. Of course, having the bottom two being Tina and Felicity was already wrong to begin with. It should have been Ann and Gavin. Just because he's got a great body shouldn't be enough to put him through week after week. Even I'm not that shallow ;-)
Also, we should discuss Merlin in an email or something because that show is really starting to bug the shit out of me too! ahahaha!
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Date: 2010-11-01 07:28 pm (UTC)I think I spot a theme in your stories :-P Your head is just silly, of course those stories count even though you hadn't decided beforehand that they would fill a bingo square! So you better get on with linking them!
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Date: 2010-11-05 08:14 pm (UTC)Though the killjoys story really wants to be a 3 pov and I'm not letting it.
I know, I really should link those stories, I'd have half of the squares done by now if I did.
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Date: 2010-11-05 08:24 pm (UTC)Stop dithering and do it!!
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Date: 2010-11-05 08:34 pm (UTC)I don't know if you read my plotting with T but it's the one where Bob works on putting the bike back together and slowly becomes a friend of the killjoys, and then is freaked when he realises they're all sleeping together.
I started with Mikey's POV as he's the one who starts the whole story with the crash, and then Bob's as he found him, but I could do with one of the others reacting to Mikey being missing. The most logical would be Gerard, but it feels like I've done the Gerard/Bob/Mikey pov to death.
I know. I need to suck it up already.
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Date: 2010-11-05 08:46 pm (UTC)YES YOU DO!!! *stries too look stern*
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Date: 2010-11-05 10:22 pm (UTC)I'm leaning toward Frank right now, please, try for surprise at least.
Okay! I'll do it! *g*
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Date: 2010-11-01 07:27 pm (UTC)I have come home!
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Date: 2010-11-01 08:27 pm (UTC):grabby hands:
Antici......
pation!
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Date: 2010-11-05 06:47 pm (UTC)I've started to write it and Bob has taken over a little bit in the first scenes. Not surprising as Mikey is unconscious after crashing his bike. But yeah, I'm indulging in shameless h/c right now.
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Date: 2010-11-15 10:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-15 11:07 pm (UTC)Bob slams his hand on the dash, the muscles in his arm bunched. “I didn’t save your ass so you could go off and commit suicide.”
“I didn’t ask you to save it,” Mikey says, almost snarling.
“Maybe you didn’t, but I did anyway, so suck it up already and let me help you.” At the last Bob stops talking, and the sudden silence is ringing. Then he goes on, quieter. “Look, I know you want to get back. I want you to get back, I want you out of my fucking hair. But you can’t do it alone.”
More than anything Mikey wants to disagree. But with ill grace, he admits to himself that Bob’s got a point. “Fine. I’ll tell you, but if you give away the location you’re dead.”
Gears grind as Bob starts to drive. “Who the hell would I tell? It may have escaped your notice but I’m not exactly friends with S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W.”
Bracing himself against the bumping of the Jeep, Mikey rubs at one of his knees, feeling the bandage that conceals the stitches. His skin feels itchy, sore when he presses his fingers over the raised lines.
“Stop that.”
Mikey looks up and sees that Bob’s using the mirror to watch him. Deliberately rubbing again, Mikey says, “Or what?”
“Or I’ll put mittens on you,” Bob snaps back. “And tape them on.”
Mikey tries not to laugh, but Bob sounds serious and all Mikey can think about is what he’d look like with mittens on his own hands. For the first time in days he smiles, mouth curling up at the corner. “Can you even get mittens any more?”
“I’ll make some,” Bob says, and he’s still watching Mikey in the mirror. “Jesus, you’re hard work.”
“Not the first time I’ve been told that,” Mikey says, trying to get comfortable. Outside, they’ve moved from driving on sand to one of the dirt tracks that criss cross the zones, and Mikey stares into the darkness, trying to get his bearings. Head aching, he knows they’re still nearly an hour from home, and he seeks a distraction. “Why did you take me back any way?”
“You’re seriously asking that now?” Bob asks, sounding bemused.
“Never had the opportunity before.” Mikey slumps back, head tilted as he stares up where the stars should be. “And I was unconscious a lot.”
“I liked those times,” Bob says, without a hint of a smile. Then stops speaking and Mikey’s half asleep when Bob finally answers the question. “I’d never leave any human in the desert. Even if they are hostile fuckers with a paranoia complex.”
Mikey’s eyes are heavy and he’s staring blankly at the back of Bob’s neck, thinking of his reason for taking Mikey in. In a way it’s not that different to what the Killjoys believe, saving people but on a much more individual scale. Mikey rests his hand on his knee, palm flat and hoping the scant heat will ease the ache. “I’m not really that hostile.”
“I’ve lost count of how many times you’ve threatened to kill me,” Bob says. “That’s hostile.”
“That’s survival,” Mikey says, and then. “Keep following this track, I’ll tell you when to branch off.”
Bob nods and keeps driving.
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Date: 2010-11-01 11:07 pm (UTC)I was so unimpressed with the Strictly results. SO unimpressed. I may have even shouted at my tv just a little bit >:(
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Date: 2010-11-05 06:49 pm (UTC)Don't tempt me! I've already got one bike crash and I'm only a few thousand words.
Did you see his little face? He was so sad! Stupid show.
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Date: 2010-11-05 12:46 am (UTC)But you're right, SeSa is a wonderful thing, and it shouldn't become a chore. Better not to risk it & quit while you're ahead.
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