Current writing stuff
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valarltdAs of today, I have one less deadline to meet.
"Blue Mistletoe," a Paul and Dan story, is out to Rob Knight for the Jingle Balls Taste-test. (a taste-test is a themed anthology) It's not a cheery Christmas miracle story. But it is real, and there are frosted Christmas cookies involved.
Current projects:
Fanfic:
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jedi__santa--have assignment and still noodling
yuletide--signing up when it opens
3_ships--signing up when it opens
Original:
Paying Forfeits--TQ's "Games People Play," 7590 written out of 20,000, more plotted, including a Civil War scene, Cowboy Desperados and highwaymen.
Favorite bit so far:
"And so you were quickly packed off to your dear old queen of a godfather to be taught how to properly be a homosexual in upper class society.”
“Pretty much.”
William stood. “Very well then. I shall civilize you into genteel southern faggotry. But tonight, get some sleep. I suggest the jacuzzi before bed.” He kissed Billy and left the room.
Niko-chan--sequel to Nikolai. 41,308 words (~103 pages), 80 more pages plotted and roughed but not written.
A Favorite moment:
Tanis looked at the Japanese girl who entered the cooking class. She had on the traditional wig and her face was painted the dead white of paper but, like paper, she’d been written on. There was something odd about it, even under the white. The pink yakuta fell over small high breasts and the black obi tied in front. She scuffled in the geta, trying to keep the sandals on over the tabi socks.
Tanis read what was written on the girl’s face and started. “Nikolai?”
“Niko-chan, please, Mistress Tanis. My mistress, Akino-sama, says I’m a girl. I’m ready to assist, Mistress.” Nick’s voice was so soft as to be almost inaudible. It was the only way he’d found to put it into a feminine register as Akino required.
The Gemini Paradox--3280 written, a GREAT deal more plotted and roughed. Needs at least 47000 more.
Best part written:
He slammed into his apartment. “Nial! Get me a new identity and new plates. I’m skipping town.”
“Sean, what’s up?” Nial was black Irish to his brother’s ordinary looks. His green eyes peered out from under dark lashes as he tapped on the keyboard.
Sean clicked on the news. The explosion was all over it. “I was there. I pulled an item not ten minutes before it blew. Somebody wants my ass smeared all over the pavement. I ain’t handing it to ‘em. Get me out of town.”
“All right, all right.” Nial did some fast work and handed Sean a few plastic ID chits and credit cards and passed a scanner over the implanted biochip. “You’re not Sean O’Neill any more. You’re Mickey Boyd.” He rolled his computer chair to where the printer had just spat out a little disk. “Here’s the details.” Another machine pinged. “And your new license and transponder.” He stood and hugged Sean. “Take care of yourself, baby brother.”
Peregrine off High Barbary--340 words. Needs 49,700 more, much already plotted. Sequel to Kestrel on the Horizon. Mentally, we're calling this Harrison's Revenge.
Opening Paragraph:
"Oh aye, Thomas Harrison is sailing again," the old man in the tavern said. He took a long pull of his beer. "Twice as fierce as he ever was, for all that he has only one hand now. The other..." He shuddered and drank again. "Made a deal with the devil, he did. Got a hand of iron that works like a real one. They say the fingertips of it are so sharp he ripped out Captain Rodgers's heart and ate it, raw. That's how he got Rodgers' ship. I have it from the Gunner's mate."
Glad Hands--NaNo Novel. Word count: 0. 50,000 to go. Plotted and planned and ready to write in 16 days!
My net connection is still iffy.
"Blue Mistletoe," a Paul and Dan story, is out to Rob Knight for the Jingle Balls Taste-test. (a taste-test is a themed anthology) It's not a cheery Christmas miracle story. But it is real, and there are frosted Christmas cookies involved.
Current projects:
Fanfic:
jedi__santa--have assignment and still noodlingyuletide--signing up when it opens3_ships--signing up when it opensOriginal:
Paying Forfeits--TQ's "Games People Play," 7590 written out of 20,000, more plotted, including a Civil War scene, Cowboy Desperados and highwaymen.
Favorite bit so far:
"And so you were quickly packed off to your dear old queen of a godfather to be taught how to properly be a homosexual in upper class society.”
“Pretty much.”
William stood. “Very well then. I shall civilize you into genteel southern faggotry. But tonight, get some sleep. I suggest the jacuzzi before bed.” He kissed Billy and left the room.
Niko-chan--sequel to Nikolai. 41,308 words (~103 pages), 80 more pages plotted and roughed but not written.
A Favorite moment:
Tanis looked at the Japanese girl who entered the cooking class. She had on the traditional wig and her face was painted the dead white of paper but, like paper, she’d been written on. There was something odd about it, even under the white. The pink yakuta fell over small high breasts and the black obi tied in front. She scuffled in the geta, trying to keep the sandals on over the tabi socks.
Tanis read what was written on the girl’s face and started. “Nikolai?”
“Niko-chan, please, Mistress Tanis. My mistress, Akino-sama, says I’m a girl. I’m ready to assist, Mistress.” Nick’s voice was so soft as to be almost inaudible. It was the only way he’d found to put it into a feminine register as Akino required.
The Gemini Paradox--3280 written, a GREAT deal more plotted and roughed. Needs at least 47000 more.
Best part written:
He slammed into his apartment. “Nial! Get me a new identity and new plates. I’m skipping town.”
“Sean, what’s up?” Nial was black Irish to his brother’s ordinary looks. His green eyes peered out from under dark lashes as he tapped on the keyboard.
Sean clicked on the news. The explosion was all over it. “I was there. I pulled an item not ten minutes before it blew. Somebody wants my ass smeared all over the pavement. I ain’t handing it to ‘em. Get me out of town.”
“All right, all right.” Nial did some fast work and handed Sean a few plastic ID chits and credit cards and passed a scanner over the implanted biochip. “You’re not Sean O’Neill any more. You’re Mickey Boyd.” He rolled his computer chair to where the printer had just spat out a little disk. “Here’s the details.” Another machine pinged. “And your new license and transponder.” He stood and hugged Sean. “Take care of yourself, baby brother.”
Peregrine off High Barbary--340 words. Needs 49,700 more, much already plotted. Sequel to Kestrel on the Horizon. Mentally, we're calling this Harrison's Revenge.
Opening Paragraph:
"Oh aye, Thomas Harrison is sailing again," the old man in the tavern said. He took a long pull of his beer. "Twice as fierce as he ever was, for all that he has only one hand now. The other..." He shuddered and drank again. "Made a deal with the devil, he did. Got a hand of iron that works like a real one. They say the fingertips of it are so sharp he ripped out Captain Rodgers's heart and ate it, raw. That's how he got Rodgers' ship. I have it from the Gunner's mate."
Glad Hands--NaNo Novel. Word count: 0. 50,000 to go. Plotted and planned and ready to write in 16 days!
My net connection is still iffy.
