- I left work early today, which is notable because it is the day before a major deadline, but I'm done! So done, in fact, that I've spent more of the last two days putting out other people's fires than working on my own projects.
- I've just arranged to take cello lessons, which I have wanted to do for approximately ever and am now actually doing. It's a mark of how much I want this that I've had to make about a dozen phone calls to complete strangers to arrange it, which--I am not in the habit of doing. I am fully prepared for mediocrity. It will be brilliant.
- I sent B the current draft of Unlettered a few weeks ago, and we had a nice long discussion about it the other day. Conclusion: thing is going to work.
- The Nikki fic is at 11,000 words, for all I haven't had much time for writing lately. So much love, people.
- I'm in the middle of a really engaging novel, and it looks as though I'll actually be able to settle in and read in the evening for the next week or so.
- I adore Wisconsin this time of year. There's nowhere better to be.
...yeah, some of these are progressing more than others. I had to grab from the middle of a few, since they're still in outline format.
philomytha wrote letters to each WIP, which was cleverer and more entertaining than this, but mine keep turning into rants, so!
Unlettered (the one that isn't fanfic):
Henry Blackwater’s library was a source of mingled awe and comfort to his two daughters.
"The Once and Future Historian" (the one with metadivergence points--lines taken from the middle):
“That is the single most ridiculous thing I’ve heard since I got back.”"Everything is Backstory" (the one I'm revising from the kink meme):
“Quite right,” Ned said with an agreeable nod. “Hold out for Knight Commander, is what I say.”
“What am I meant to do with an OBE?”
“I’m not sure one does anything with it—”
“All I managed to accomplish on my last drop was to spend four months tripping over rubble in St. Paul’s. If they want to pin a badge on anyone, it ought to be Colin.”
There’s a list on the refrigerator door. She started it at the very beginning, the morning she joined him in the kitchen to the mingled aromas of embalming fluid and dark-roasted Nicaraguan breakfast blend, so the first item is “Ingest anything that smells of cadavers.”
Blind Jump (the futurefic with Nikki POV and loads of Cordelia):
Nikki lay on his back. The dew collecting on Sergyar’s golden grasses had begun to soak through his tunic, but he didn’t mind. It was a warm evening. The distant lights of Rosemont’s Landing were hidden behind the slope they’d just climbed, and the sky was so clear it was like looking at an educational holovid. No labels, but he had his own personal narrator lying right beside him.
"What to Expect When You're" (the one where Laisa throws a tea party):
It was no surprise that being engaged to Miles Vorkosigan came with a whole set of challenges, but Ekaterin thought it rather unfair that in addition to all those caused by being Miles’ fiancée, which were many and varied but such as she could accept with a light heart in her current state of besotted excitement, she had to deal with those caused by being the future Lady Vorkosigan. She thought she’d been getting much better at taking up space, at stretching her arms out without wanting to snatch them back for fear they’d run smack into walls; it was ridiculous to find it so much harder now that she’d been presented with walls placed so much farther apart.
"A Centurion and a Gentleman" (the one where Rory Williams and James Dunworthy go for a pint in the middle of the Blitz):
“Are you sure we’re in the twenty-first century?”
“Oxford University in 2013. The birth of human time travel—exploration, academic curiosity, and altogether a really, really bad idea. Fantastic stuff.”
“Only there’s a bloke in a straw boater and a moustache hiding behind these curtains.”
"The Emperor's Wedding Night" (the one where Attolia and Barrayar resort to bedroom politics):
On his wedding night, the emperor of four worlds gazed into the eyes of his bride, and then he ducked.
Untitled casefic (excerpt from the middle, because I don't have a beginning):
“I recognise Narita is a colleague of yours,” Sherlock said testily, “but you can’t tell me it’s impossible, for example, that he gave Harrow a fatal dose of pentobarbital while you were out.”
“Yes, I can; and it wasn’t a barbiturate, it was morphine,” Jo said.
For the sake of certain of my friendlist, I should mention that this contains nothing specific enough to be spoilery for later books in the Vorkosiverse.
Title: The Well-Born
Fandom: Vorkosigan Saga/Queen’s Thief
Summary: In which the Minister of War returns to his home planet to find that his wife has not been idle in his absence.
The Eddisian Minister of War loved his wife. (jump to fic journal)
There's something alarming and exhilarating about writing in a fandom where there's so much source material to wade through, especially one with all sorts of internal rules about travel and exploration. It opens up this enormous conceptual scope. I don't think I've ever had a fully-fledged plot strike like lightning before--plot bunnies, sure, but those don't actually mean plot. They mean hooks or starting points or themes, which aren't at all the same thing.
I've finished all the real life business I had to wade through this weekend, so now I can return to my regularly-scheduled fic writing, but first I just need to get some of the squee off my chest. Because I have feelings about this one. (You can tell because I'm using italics.) It will have thematic resonance and character exploration and contain my personal head!canon for what Certain People get up to after Cryoburn.
( Teaser for 'Blind Jump' )
And before I bounce back to the fandom I should be dealing with right now, does anyone have good Vorkosigan fic recs? I've just downloaded loads off AO3 for bedtime reading, but it's always nice to hear about personal favorites.
This will probably work for about half a dozen people. Fortunately, at least a couple of them are on my friendslist.
Title: On the Desk of Simon Illyan
Fandom: Vorkosigan Saga/Queen’s Thief
Timeline: After Cetaganda, but before Mirror Dance; spoilers through A Conspiracy of Kings
Pairings: *hysterical laughter*
Summary: In which the Dendarii Free Mercenaries go somewhat beyond the bounds of their mission, the Queen of Attolia gains an admirer, and the chickens of Aral Vorkosigan's misspent youth come home to, er, roost. Crack-fic or crossover of alarming plausibility? You decide!
CLASSIFIED IS-19 (jump to fic journal)