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resonantI've come to the conclusion that these things are not companions to actual writing, but substitutes for actual writing. Nevertheless, I can't resist. Stolen from misspamela and dira:
Post a random sentence (or three whole paragraphs) from every WIP you're currently working on, even if it's very short. Then invite people to ask questions about your WIP. With any luck, you'll get talking about writing, and the motivation to take that WIP one step closer to completion will appear as if by magic!
The Tony/Steve one code-named "Avengers slumber party":
Tony pointed his sticky fork at Fury. "That is another thing. Snoops are gonna snoop, and super snoops are gonna snoop superly. Superiorly? If you put a sniper with x-ray eyes, an enhanced soldier who probably has super hearing, and Miss Subterfuge of 2011 in the same house, nobody will ever get a good night's rest again for fear they talk in their sleep."
"What do you have to hide? I was under the impression that you liked seeing your pasty ass all over TMZ."
"If you can't see the difference between 'Stark caught in love tryst with Sundance actress' and 'Stark caught on film trimming his toe hair with nail scissors,' I despair of you."
and a strange Commandos-era OFC/OMC(/Steve[/Peggy]) thing that nobody is going to read, "Tolleranza":
Vittorio was built on the lines of Morita, maybe -- not too tall, strong but not bulky. He was hollow in the belly where Morita was a bit soft. The Commandos went hungry sometimes, but a fellow in a little village like this was probably hungry all then time.
They were lovely together, though, Vittorio's hands golden tan over Mary's ribs where the flesh had that luminous paleness you only got in the English. Steve was partly taking mental notes, partly looking at light and shadow, but partly he was thinking of Peggy, whether her shoulders might have one or two freckles on them, whether she would sigh like Mary and step forward to press her body against his.
Mary pulled back, laughing breathlessly when Vittorio tried to go on kissing her, and slanted Steve a glance under her lashes. "Does she look like me, then, your girl?"
misspamela and dira:Post a random sentence (or three whole paragraphs) from every WIP you're currently working on, even if it's very short. Then invite people to ask questions about your WIP. With any luck, you'll get talking about writing, and the motivation to take that WIP one step closer to completion will appear as if by magic!
The Tony/Steve one code-named "Avengers slumber party":
Tony pointed his sticky fork at Fury. "That is another thing. Snoops are gonna snoop, and super snoops are gonna snoop superly. Superiorly? If you put a sniper with x-ray eyes, an enhanced soldier who probably has super hearing, and Miss Subterfuge of 2011 in the same house, nobody will ever get a good night's rest again for fear they talk in their sleep."
"What do you have to hide? I was under the impression that you liked seeing your pasty ass all over TMZ."
"If you can't see the difference between 'Stark caught in love tryst with Sundance actress' and 'Stark caught on film trimming his toe hair with nail scissors,' I despair of you."
and a strange Commandos-era OFC/OMC(/Steve[/Peggy]) thing that nobody is going to read, "Tolleranza":
Vittorio was built on the lines of Morita, maybe -- not too tall, strong but not bulky. He was hollow in the belly where Morita was a bit soft. The Commandos went hungry sometimes, but a fellow in a little village like this was probably hungry all then time.
They were lovely together, though, Vittorio's hands golden tan over Mary's ribs where the flesh had that luminous paleness you only got in the English. Steve was partly taking mental notes, partly looking at light and shadow, but partly he was thinking of Peggy, whether her shoulders might have one or two freckles on them, whether she would sigh like Mary and step forward to press her body against his.
Mary pulled back, laughing breathlessly when Vittorio tried to go on kissing her, and slanted Steve a glance under her lashes. "Does she look like me, then, your girl?"
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Date: 1/30/12 09:00 pm (UTC)and after reading that excerpt, I'mma have to read the second one - yum!
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Date: 1/30/12 09:46 pm (UTC)Oh, Tony! *HEARTS*
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Date: 1/30/12 10:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 1/31/12 03:10 am (UTC)Is Steve a voyeur the whole way through, or does he get dragged in?
That would be telling.
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Date: 1/31/12 03:11 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 1/31/12 04:48 am (UTC)...no wonder I fell ass over teakettle for Tony Stark. He's like an unholy amalgamation of John and Rodney. All the science and snark and arrogance, AND all the broody insecurity, ridiculousness, reckless bravery and YAY FLYING AND COOL GADGETS. Also the social hopelessness and the "flirt with everything that moves" duel modes.
Is it depressing to have types? *goes off to ponder*
/thread hijack, apologies.
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Date: 1/31/12 01:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 1/31/12 09:56 pm (UTC)Yes. That.
...I'm going to stop babbling at you now, Writer I Generally Fangirl At From A Distance. :D
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Date: 2/2/12 07:34 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2/6/12 05:38 pm (UTC)Rodney would be really pissed, though, when Tony told him he'd synthesized a whole new element.
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Date: 2/6/12 06:00 pm (UTC)Our family never misses an opportunity to make counting into a chance do our best Count impression! "Ten! Ten beyootiful cookies, Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
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Date: 2/6/12 06:04 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2/7/12 11:26 pm (UTC)...of course, it's possible that John and Tony know each other from way back, being in the rich boy club.
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Date: 2/28/12 07:20 pm (UTC)I would read that so much.