WIPs, such as they are

[pensnest]

I've seen this about the place, but most recently on nopseud's LJ, from which I have swiped the altered version. Thus, evolution.


Title: The Dragon in the Woods
The One Where... Chrisfer and Lancyn team up with Joel, Jesse and a beautiful young lord they encountered on the road some time ago. And a couple of other interesting people. Lord Justyn is concerned at the disappearance of his childhood friend Britenne, and needs Elite help to try to find her.
Currently at: Urg. About 300 words? I can't quite figure out how to get started, and have done this three times already, but it still isn't right.
Do I have an idea for the end? The *end* is not the problem. The *middle* is the problem. And right now, the *beginning* is a bit of a problem, but not because I don't know how it starts.
Started/Last Updated: Last week
I dunwannawrite: I do, really...
Here, Have A Bit: No, sorry, nothing worth showing anybody right now.


Title: Gravity
The One Where... Lance gets to go into space. Also, other stuff. Actually an Alternate Timeline in which there is no Reichen (that wasn't the original idea, but seems to be what I'm writing).
Currently at: About a fifth done, I think.
Do I have an idea for the end? Oh, sure. Lots of ideas. I love this story. I just... don't know if I can do it justice, I suppose.
Started/Last Updated: Autumn '05/ November '06
I dunwannawrite: The technical bits. The technical bits. Oh, the technical bits.
Here, Have A Bit: (with thanks to nopseud for the adenoidal goat)

"Don't sing. Jus' play. Can't fucking sing. People shouldn't fucking sing who can't sing."

The too-pretty white guy in the fancy shirt looked and sounded drunk, but not falling-down drunk and not hitting-people drunk, so Reuben shrugged and let his hands move into "Basin Street Blues".

"I fucking can sing. You know, I really can. Jus' cause I don't, don't mean I can't."

Reuben's eyes were ready to roll, but he stayed calm. Drunken customers sometimes left decent tips. "You wanna sing?" he offered.

"Oh, I can sing. I don't, but I fucking can. Don't sing any more 'cause they all fucking went off and they don't wanna come back, but. I can too." He gestured vaguely towards the pile of secondhand sheet music. Reuben rarely bothered to open music in front of him these days. He knew all the songs, and it felt good to improvise his way through a number. Better than copying someone else's arrangement.

"Take a look," Reuben offered casually. The guy blinked at him. "You wanna sing something? If I know it, I can play it."

"I can sing," the drunken guy repeated. "Don't, but. Solos my ass. I can too sing. And I don't sound like a fucking adenoidal goat whose testicles haven't dropped yet, hah! This one." He waved a songsheet.


Title: Straight (Okay, *not* the title, but in an attempt to be ironic, that's how I've saved it.)
The One Where... Lance and AJ do the sex slave poker thing again.
Currently at: Edging towards the end. Maybe 4/5 done.
Do I have an idea for the end? Yes, but my boy is not co-operating.
Started/Last Updated: Don't remember/ January '07
I dunwannawrite: The sex scene, which is basically *everything that remains*. Sigh.
Here, Have A Bit:

Two hours later, despite the promptings of Lance's not-always-repressible competitive streak, the chips were still approximately half-and-half between them, and AJ was getting twitchy. Okay, they were both of them shifting in their seats. They'd had five nights together already: of course they were both thinking ahead to the real entertainment. But AJ's twitchiness wasn't just because he was thinking about sex. AJ was just too impatient to be a killer poker player. He wanted the drama too much, the high stakes, the big win.

He'd got something. Lance knew it. The trouble was, Lance had just drawn the ten of hearts, and that meant he'd filled a straight, queen high, and he doubted very much that AJ had a bigger hand than that. But AJ had just shoved an untidy heap of chips into the middle of the table, and Lance was so damned horny he just wanted this to be over right now so he lifted his chin and pushed all his stacks into the centre, raised a challenging eyebrow, and waited for AJ to match the bet. AJ did, and threw down his hand. Three aces.

"Fuck!" said Lance, staring at his own cards as though they had betrayed him. Which they had, in a manner of speaking.

AJ laughed triumphantly, sweeping the chips towards himself. "Your ass is mine, Bass!"


There are others in my head, most notably the Vampire and School notions for wtf27, and the final Chronicles story, but nothing is in writing for those yet. It makes me nervous, having these WIPs. Also, I note with sorrow that I am doing far more posting about them than actual writing of them. This is not good.

Comments

[turloughishere.livejournal.com]

You can take it as given that I want you to write all of these real-soon-now :-) Also that the adenoidal goat made me snicker happily.

most notably the Vampire and School notions

I first read this as "Vampire and School notion" and was very curious about what kind of story you were thinking about :-)

[pensnest]

the adenoidal goat made me snicker happily.

I'm happy to say that Justin gets quite indignant about it.

Vampire and School fics? Crack, m'dear, utter crack.

[cardalia.livejournal.com]

So that's what adenoidal means? Reading popslash is a vocabulary-enhancing experience. ;-)

I have to say I'm curious about all of them. Especially the AU where Lance goes to space. But it sounds like a tricky one with all those technical bits. Althogh horny AJ/Lance sounds like fun and Ser Chrisfer and ... hell. I want them all. *g* But I'm a greedy reader so don't mind me.

[pensnest]

Oh, indeed. I have taught Turlough 'callipygian' and 'incarnadine' (in fact, I had to look up 'incarnadine' myself), so there you go.

I need to get the technical bits right, and so far I haven't found the details, so, hmm, I'm kinda hiding from the story. And greedy readers are *good*!

[cardalia.livejournal.com]

Main Entry: cal·li·pyg·ian
Pronunciation: "ka-l&-'pi-j(E-)&n
Variant(s): also cal·li·py·gous /-'pI-g&s/
Function: adjective
Etymology: Greek kallipygos, from kalli- + pygE buttocks
: having shapely buttocks

*snickers* Yep, that's another good one. I'll have to try it in real life one day!

[vaudevilles.livejournal.com]

And now you have taught me callipygian. PERFECT word!!!

And I totally want the Gravity story. I like the idea of an AU without Reichen.

[pensnest]

For 'callipygian' in action, see here.

It's funny - the Gravity story had its genesis in me trying to write a 'wallow', with the vague feeling that my generally happy-fluffy style is of less importance than a more angst-filled tone. (I have since changed my mind about that.) But with the way things have gone in the last year, 'without Reichen' seems to be as good a definition as any of what it is. I promise to keep working on it!

[vaudevilles.livejournal.com]

Perfect! *giggles and giggles*

[luxshine.livejournal.com]

I really, really want to read Gravity. And the Vampire notion Just because its Vampires ;)

[pensnest]

I really want to have written Gravity. Ahem.

And the Vampires will be extra-silly, I fear!

[nopseud]

I think that the misread suggestion for a Vampire School story would be a brilliant idea :-)

Also, I note with sorrow that I am doing far more posting about them than actual writing of them. This is not good.

I feel your pain. When I saw the meme, I leaped on it as a great way to avoid stuff I Ought To Be Doing.

(I have a feeling that I orginally saw Justin's voice compared to an adenoidal goat somewhere else, but unfortunately, I have no idea where, or whether it was in a story or an article, or anything :-( )

[pensnest]

Vampire School, you know, it might just work. Hmm.

If you ever do come across the original reference, I'd be enchanted to know where it came from!