Pico, Day 18

[elmey.livejournal.com]

Here's today's post for your snippets, comments, thoughts.

Comments

[el-staplador.livejournal.com]

Of course, having submitted the thing, I immediately thought of a bit I wanted to change. (I fear that my role looking after no fewer than three separate standing orders committees is showing...) Fortunately it doesn't come in the early chapters, so I can change it with impunity.


This union deplores the discriminatiory attitude of this union towards the Christian faith and commands all Christians to deounce this outrage and reverse the actions of the last meeting.

Automatically, Lydia reached for a pencil and underlined discriminatiory and deounce, before skimming the rest of the page with increasing dismay. 'Do you have a copy of the Rules?' she asked. For she knew that there were Rules about this, and she was certain that this motion must be breaking several of them.

[kerravonsen]

One must always check the Rules. 8-)

[espresso-addict.livejournal.com]

Outrages always need deouncing :)

[saki101.livejournal.com]

Fortunately it doesn't come in the early chapters, so I can change it with impunity.

Thank goodness!

Lydia has an eye for details and order. She is not interested in this vacillating anarchy!

[sallymn.livejournal.com]

That always happens, doesn't it? I do like the bit about the Rules :)

[elmey.livejournal.com]

Getting twitchy fingers I see :)

As is Lydia, because we must have Rules!

[stevie-carroll.livejournal.com]

I know that feeling.

[jenn-calaelen.livejournal.com]

Good luck with the submission!

Very sensible of Lydia! (most motions to things seem to break the rules, seriously or not...)

[kerravonsen]

Technically, this is tomorrow's bit, since it is just after midnight where I am. 8-P

I have written a little one-paragraph prologue to the story-as-a-whole, which hopefully will make some things make a little more sense as the reader ventures further. Or at least drop some hints.

There are events that didn't happen, that unravel when their causes are made not to be. They are not might-have-beens or potential futures, for those have no reality at all, save in the imagination. The un-happened events have a fraction of a fraction of reality, for they were real once. They leave their gossamer traceries on the universe; whispers, dreams, shadows. Rarely, so rarely, something more remains. Not by accident, for Time can un-make all things. Not by accident, for it must withstand the power of Time. These are the most dangerous remnants of all.

Hopefully tomorrow I'll have figured out enough to continue on to Mission Day 13.

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

Wow! I'm speechless! This is so much better than "whibbly-whobbly, timey-wimey... thing"!

[espresso-addict.livejournal.com]

I tend to count midnight as falling anywhere before about 1.30am :)

Love your prologue! I'm really looking forward to your finishing this story, because I think it's going to be exceptional.

[saki101.livejournal.com]

This has a wonderful eerie mood to it.

[el-staplador.livejournal.com]

I love this - it captures the abstract, dangerous feeling of time-as-dimension really well.

[sallymn.livejournal.com]

That's good, from the very first line it's intriguing and draws you in.

[elmey.livejournal.com]

A wonderful introduction, such an evocative look at the power of Time.

[stevie-carroll.livejournal.com]

Lots of ominous foreboding there.

[jenn-calaelen.livejournal.com]

Great introduction to the story! And an interesting way to view things like this in the DW universe!

[stevie-carroll.livejournal.com]

Lots more running around again today, and I'm heading out to a reunion soon. I managed to figure out how to finish off the very short chapter, and make it slightly longer, cutting out a scene that didn't really need to have a chapter of it's own and reinstating the start of the next one (though I'll have to think through how to choreograph that bit tomorrow. After Linda twisted her ankle several chapters ago, Quinn has done something similar on the descent from the moor and now Rupert is leading him:

Rupert's feet slid forward, and he kept upright only thanks to his grasp on Quinn's mane and reins. The horse helpfully stood still while Rupert righted himself and caught his breath. He pressed his face into Quinn's neck. “Not far now, boy.”

He was lying for his own benefit, he knew. They had miles to go yet, and the people down below might be strangers rather than family. Even if Papa and his friends had caught up with Rupert, he was going to have to explain how he'd left Papa's tent and camping equipment, along with two bags of his own clothes, up in the woods they were trying to get back to. Not to mention his pilfering of a padlock, which was currently weighing down one of his jacket pockets.

[espresso-addict.livejournal.com]

Working out how to assign scenes to chapters is one of those tricky tasks that needs time to get right. Great progress, kudos. There are definitely going to be fireworks when Rupert & the adults reunite!

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

Can't wait for the reunion!

[saki101.livejournal.com]

That's a lot of editing progress! Well done!

He's not exactly lost, is he? Poor Rupert and poor Quinn.

I'm baaaack!

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

*waves* Will try to do some actual writing tomorrow. Finally!

On an only partially related note, does anyone else have problems with FF.Net?

Re: I'm baaaack!

[espresso-addict.livejournal.com]

Welcome back! Looking forward to more excerpts of whichever project you decide to pick up :)

[saki101.livejournal.com]

252 more words and the scene is finished. Don't know about the tone, but some information is imparted and I'm closer to wrapping up the case part of the story. Of course, I still have the Red & Mycroft part of things to sort out. Here's an excerpt from near the end of the scene ~

***

“So where did you go?” John asked when he caught up.

“Back to the flat,” Sherlock answered. “A copy of everything on our gambler’s mobile is now on my laptop and his phone is once more in his pocket.”

“I was watching you and didn’t see a thing,” John exclaimed.

“You were also eating,” Sherlock said, fluttering the fingers of one hand, “and I am quick.”

John added a couple details to the image in his head. “So who is that bloke?” John said.

“Kit calls him Uncle Eddie in their email correspondence, but Edgar Thorpe is actually a cousin of Kit’s deceased father. Mr Thorpe possesses a short list of prior convictions for minor offences resulting in fines which Kit’s father often helped him pay. Recently, Cousin Eddie totted up enough points to earn himself a driving ban,” Sherlock recited.

“So he brought Kit into his latest misadventure,” John concluded.

“Precisely,” Sherlock replied and stopped in front of a small restaurant.

[espresso-addict.livejournal.com]

Extra kudos for finishing the scene! It sounds like you are on the home straights with the story at last.

[espresso-addict.livejournal.com]

My dry spell on Jade Dragon continued today (aie) but I posted two days combined for the 30 Days meme.

I also got a scrap of inspiration for my Fic Corner assignment, did some online research, jiggled the idea about to cope with canon failure and wrote about 230 scrappy words for it, some of them after midnight but who's counting? If I'm going to go any further with this I really need to research canon properly.

[el-staplador.livejournal.com]

Good luck with the canon research! And well done for getting words down.

[candidlily.livejournal.com]

Finally got around to my writing and churned out 309 words tonight! I was rewarded by Lovely Little Losers (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nugPBFF58-U&feature=em-uploademail) uploading their next video, so that was a lovely treat. I can go to bed happy and accomplished! :D

[espresso-addict.livejournal.com]

You're managing to write so consistently, kudos!