resonant: Brian from The Breakfast Club: Demented and sad, but social (Default)
I'm gearing up to move again; now that I don't have to stay in the school district*, I'm looking at a couple of places that are smaller, cheaper, closer to work, and ideally a little less damp.

But of course the idea of touching every single item I own, again, is incredibly intimidating.

So I decided to try packing one box a day.

There's quite a lot of low-hanging fruit -- at least ten boxes that I never got around to unpacking two years ago when we moved here. I may very well bog down when it comes to starting from scratch. But here's two days' worth of progress:

Day 1

Packed: One box from the bedroom. Mostly books and miscellaneous desky stuff.

Discarded: One bag of books and three bags of clothes to Goodwill. Half a recycle bin's worth of paper.

Find of the day: A bunch of little spiral notebooks from the pre-Iowa days, when I used to get Saturday mornings alone to write. Much probably-doomed writing in there, including the title of a Discworld story ("Hard-Boiled Egg") and the summary of a Sherlock story ("Suicide by vampire. At least, that was the plan.") and about 500 words of a story I was going to write about how in an Alpha/Omega universe the end of fertility must be heralded by an Omegapause ("Everybody around him was so goddamned fucking young.").

Day 2

Packed: One box of cookbooks and other non-fragile kitcheny stuff.

Discarded: Another bag of books ready to go to Goodwill, and a garbage bag full of things which stop being edible after being left in a box on the living room floor for two years.

Find of the day: So that's where all the AA batteries were.

* Let's just take a moment to let that sink in. Barring really strange circumstances, I am finished with school districts. School districts will never again play a role in my real estate decisions. I am no longer the parent of a public school student. I have attended my last teacher conference, and probably also my last progress report.
resonant: Brian from The Breakfast Club: Demented and sad, but social (Keyholes)
Green Earrings
Hermione/Angelina/Katie -- PG -- 1500 words
So pretty.
Not quite unfinished; just doesn't add up to anything.

The Project
Harry/Snape -- NC-17 -- 5000 words of story plus 2000 words of chat log
He wished it had been anyone other than Snape.
I can't remember whether [livejournal.com profile] julad's suggestions actually changed the story as written, or if the most I'd gotten around to doing with them was pasting in the chat log.
Note: I feel I should put some sort of warning on this, because [livejournal.com profile] cesperanza hated it -- scenes that I'd thought of as merely distant and clinical had a horrible squicky noncon feeling to her. You know your own squicks; if you have any concerns, I'm happy to answer questions.

Icebreaker
Harry/Snape/Lupin -- deeply, profoundly NC-17 -- 14,300 words
Harry brews a potion.
Riddled with gaps; also switches from third person to first and has a couple of separate beginnings. I had beta help here from [livejournal.com profile] bethbethbeth, [livejournal.com profile] giglet, and [livejournal.com profile] julad.


True Minds
Harry/Snape -- R -- 4200 words
Legilimency and everything after.
this is mostly notes; what little narrative there is is an odd style because a lot of it is taking place inside a Legilimancy session. The story would have been a big, significant one if I'd ever been able to write it, which is probably why I couldn't.
resonant: Brian from The Breakfast Club: Demented and sad, but social (Harry eyes)
Three more HP fragments.

Incredulous
Harry/Percy -- would have been NC-17 but ends with a kiss -- 1200 words
Every Weasley wants something he can't have. That's what makes a Weasley. (This was going to be a smutlet requested by [livejournal.com profile] icarusancalion. About half finished. The half that's missing, alas, is the sex.)

Cannily, Cannily
Snape -- G -- 800 words
Fathers. (This one isn't unfinished; it just kind of doesn't amount to anything.)

Found
Harry/Snape -- NC-17 -- 3400 words
"Where the devil is Potter? He's the designated hero. It's his job." (This one reads finished to me, but I remember that [livejournal.com profile] julad wanted something different out of it. [livejournal.com profile] darthfox did an early beta.)
resonant: Brian from The Breakfast Club: Demented and sad, but social (Keyholes)
There are no HP spoilers in this post.

My Harry Potter muse left me somewhere in the middle of Half-Blood Prince. (A pox upon open-canon fandoms! I never had this problem in Sentinel!) But I still had all these half-finished stories, and I couldn't bear to give up hope.

Well, I've discovered that just knowing the story will end soon is enough to make me give up hope. So I'm going to toss all these up over the next couple of days before they get completely obliterated by the new canon. Some of them are mostly outlines; some are half-written stories; some are finished stories that just happen to need a lot of work to make them good stories.

Please keep your expectations low! There's a good reason why I never published these. Sometimes several good reasons.

Here's the first one:

Remission
Snape/Lupin -- NC-17 -- 6,300 words
"You took the cure." "Yes, but the wolf is still there."

August 2017

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