Work in Progress Wednesday!

[tjs_whatnot]

I'm having a weird week where I finished writing a book, and finished the craft projects I was creating for H2H and now I have even less Works in Progress than I have normally had. It feels strange and almost empty? IDK... I'm sure I'll be swimming in things again soon. Or, I mean, I have ~things~ I always have things, but none of them I'm really interested on pursuing right this minute and none of them with a deadline... or a impending deadline (i.e. the only ones that motivate me). ;)

So, I'm here for all your Works in Progress needs! Give them to me! Let me (by that, I mean us, in this community of creators) cheer you on, commiserate and all that whatnot.

♥

Comments

[minoanmiss]

I hear you. I currently have no stories in active progress, and it feels weird.

OTOH, at my doctor's appt (during waiting periods) I drew three fairies to go on homemade candy labels, so I have those to work on.

[marzipan77]

I'd love to see the pretties!

[minoanmiss]

omg you have made me blush. Whilst I work on these lovely ladies, here are a few fairies I drew in the past:

https://minoanmiss.dreamwidth.org/176364.html

https://minoanmiss.dreamwidth.org/200391.html

https://minoanmiss.dreamwidth.org/323916.html

[marzipan77]

Those are so cool! Thank you for sharing!

[tjs_whatnot]

So. Freaking. Cute!!

♥

[silveradept]

Those are very cute fairies! What's the musical phrase the fairy is singing while riding the arrow?

[minoanmiss]

She's singing the opening hook from "Immigrant song"!

[silveradept]

Oh! That makes sense. That's the sort of thing a fairy would want to cry as they zip into battle.

[cornerofmadness]

These are cute

[elrhiarhodan]

Fairies! Can you share?

[minoanmiss]

*blushes a lot* *beams at you*

Here are some past fairies while I work on these upcoming:

https://minoanmiss.dreamwidth.org/176364.html

https://minoanmiss.dreamwidth.org/200391.html

https://minoanmiss.dreamwidth.org/323916.html

[tjs_whatnot]

Look at you, getting things done while adulting ling a Mofu! ♥♥

Can't wait to see how they turn out.

[lightbird]

I've been trying to get inspired to write the last prompt in my bingo line for fluffbingo. Sadly I'm still not inspired and keep staring at a blank page. :(

On the other hand I started another fic that has nothing to do with the prompt. It's too long to post in a comment, so I'm linking to the post on my journal here: A Kind of Reunion. :)

[marzipan77]

Oh, Quantum Leap! How intriguing!

[elrhiarhodan]

::hugs:: I know how it is - the last bingo prompt can be killers. If you can't write, how about making a collage or a mood board? I find those activities often unstick my brain.

[tjs_whatnot]

w00t! Go you!!

♥

[cornerofmadness]

Yay for all the finishing!

As for me I'm just continuing my wipbigbang Like Stone set in the Buffyverse. Still in Connor's pov picking up from last week.


When I made it to the pub, Kate was waiting for me at our usual table, near the dart boards, real ones with sharp metal darts. I felt guilty about asking her here. She was fifty-something and didn’t need to be out at all hours. Her blonde hair was streaked with ash, pulled into a tail. A fine web of wrinkles surrounded her eyes and lips but she was still pretty. Kate had had her own private detective agency for a while after she left the force. Then she joined up with Wes and Angel to fill in the spaces left by Fred, Cordy and Gunn. I met her through Wes, and we’ve been friends and confidantes ever since. I swung by the bar first, picking up my pint that Colleen started pouring the moment she saw me entering, and then she poured me a second without asking. I must have looked really rough. I leaned against the elaborately carved, dark wood as the Guinness all but oozed from the tap. Colleen told me her father had imported the actual bar from a pub in Ireland. I could practically feel its age thrumming in the wood.

I sat with Kate. “Sorry for dragging you out here.”

Kate had a little line of shots of Irish whiskey lined up, ready for our consumption. We honestly weren’t the hard drinking cop cliché. She drank rarely, having gotten on the bad side of a bottle and drugs after her father was killed. I didn’t drink heavily normally. Dad did when he was mortal, and the less like him I acted, the better. She smiled at me. “You say that every time. I’m getting older, not ancient or dead, Connor. I can keep a friend company.”

[elrhiarhodan]

I don't know this canon at all (I never watched Angel) but you have done a masterful job of setting the scene. I can see everything so clearly, it's like I'm there.

Brava!

[cornerofmadness]

Thanks (Angel was a pretty good show). I'm glad you're enjoying the setting. Makes me feel like I'm doing something right.

[tjs_whatnot]

Ohhh! I like her already!

♥

Great job setting up the scene.

[cornerofmadness]

Thanks. Kate was fun.

[silveradept]

More from the sequel work to my Miraculous Ladybug / Kingdom Hearts story, where it turns out the rabbit hole goes pretty deep.

She nearly tripped over herself as she coasted to a stop. Looking around the new space she'd landed in, there were a lot of Ladybugs. Ladies-Bug? Each of them seemed to be repeating the same action, phrase, or pose. A small snippet of time, repeated endlessly. The noise would have been deafening, but that the Ladybugs were only audible when she was near enough to them to hear them, and only the one she was focused on could move or speak. One of the Ladies-Bug was striking a very heroic pose, and Ladybug wanted to see why it had worked so well for everyone.

"Memory Gallery," Plagg squeaked behind her.

Ladybug startled and almost hit Plagg with her yo-yo.

"Don't scare me like that! I could have hurt you," she almost screamed.

"Still a kwami," Plagg retorted. "Even you would have a hard time hurting me."

[elrhiarhodan]

Awww, very sweet! I don't know this canon but I'm finding it most intriguing from your words.

[silveradept]

Thank you. It all makes sense in my head, but that doesn't mean it necessarily makes sense to anyone else's.

[tjs_whatnot]

Ladies-bug HAHAHA!

This is great!

♥

[silveradept]

Entirely so. I don't know what the right plural is. Which might mean it swaps back and forth during that segment.

[cornerofmadness]

That's an intriguing set up.

[silveradept]

Thanks.

[marzipan77]

I started posting my current Harry Potter fic! Now there is writing to be done daily so that I don't make my readers wait too long. It's kinda good to have deadlines ever if they are self-inflicted!

The story and characters are taking me places. I cannot say how much I enjoy that, to start off with one goal and find a bigger, better goal as I write.

Also tackling the beginnings of businessy type things to get my Original fic out into agents' hands. Scary times.

Anywho, here's a link to "Child of Fire, Child of Ice" on AO3. I hope you'll let me know what you think. https://archiveofourown.org/works/18545986/chapters/43957327

[elrhiarhodan]

The story and characters are taking me places. I cannot say how much I enjoy that, to start off with one goal and find a bigger, better goal as I write.

This is the greatest feeling in the universe!

And many felicitations on getting Original Fic into agents' hands - you can do this!

[cornerofmadness]

Good luck with finding an agent. I'm doing that as well.

[tjs_whatnot]

Bigger, better goals are so amazing. Especially unexpected ones.

♥

I have opened your fic and will try to get it read throughout the weekend (sort of a reward for doing other, less fun things). ;)

Good luck with the finding of an agent thingy! I gave up with that on my first book, but I still have hope that I'll get one with any other books I write. ♥

[elrhiarhodan]

Okay, so I may have mentioned that I'd signed up to write two stories for the Kingsman Reverse Bang. I'd gotten a very good start on the first (it's about 15k and I'd say a third done - slowish burn, the characters finally got to talk to each other at the 12k mark). But I hadn't started the second, and had been having second thoughts about my story idea - a Porn Star AU - that would have needed the artist to redo a bit of her work, which she hasn't done yet.

Then I got bitten by a new idea. Mostly because Taron Egerton is playing Elton John in Rocketman, but also because I was listening to Bad Company (yes, revisiting my childhood musical tastes) and Shooting Star gave me SUCH ideas. I socialized the idea with my artist and she's pleased with it (and I think relieved she doesn't have to do more work). Started it on Monday, it's now almost 7k.

(Warning for alcohol abuse and attempted drug usage)

Eggsy sniffles and blows his nose into the expensive stationary. He does the gross thing and admires how the snot and blood decorate the embossed logo before balling the letter up and tossing it towards the basket across the room. It falls short. Way short.

What a fucking metaphor for my life.

His brain itches and he needs something to make that stop. There's a bottle Jack at hand, not even half-empty and Eggsy easily fixes that, swallowing until the numbness takes over. The problem is that the numbness quiets the music, too. Maybe that's why Eggsy hasn't had a song worth singing in three years.

He'd started drinking to quiet the voices that had screamed at him to run as far and fast as he could when he'd been about to sign that record deal – the one that gave him millions of pounds in exchange for his soul. He just has to write the kind songs that the label tells him are sellable, keep quiet while the technicians Auto-Tune the Welsh and London out of his voice, and never, ever do anything that would destroy the fantasies of all those millions of teenaged girls and middle-aged housewives who watch his videos and buy his music.

The last three years have been spent denying the truth about the very things that make him who he is, all for that most elusive of prizes – stardom.

And now, he has nothing left. No career, no management, no music. Eggsy doesn't know what he even sounds like anymore. All he can hear is the over-produced tones of a characterless voice singing words that have no meaning.

The itch is getting itchier and Eggsy finishes the rest of the Jack before reaching for the box he keeps on the table next to the couch. Except the box is empty. Even the silver razor blade and matching straw are gone – one of the groupies at the last party he'd had a few weeks ago must have helped herself to it before she'd left. And the white powder lingering in the corner of the box isn't remnants of the last bag of blow, but simply fouling tasting dust.

If he wants to get high, he's going to need more than that.

Eggsy may be broke, but that's a relative condition. He owns his condo and his cars, his mother's house is paid off and there's money in the bank for his sister's education, but there's no more big money coming in, and the dribs and drabs that hit his bank account are going to get smaller and smaller, especially after Kingsman takes its cut. So right now, he can afford to call his dealer, stop at an ATM for cash, and buy the blow, but the coke is quickly going to become an extravagance he'll have to do without.

Maybe without the fucking vultures at Kingsman and the label censoring his every thought, he won't need it anymore.

[minoanmiss]

oh man ow, Eggsy's pain is *palpable*.

[cornerofmadness]

Poor Eggsy

[tjs_whatnot]

Oh man, I am so intrigued! Poor guy!

♥