I did some editing, a fair amount of plotty thinking and wrote 263 words of dialogue, supposedly in furtherance of the plotty thoughts. Now I think I might not use it at all. At least not in its present form. *sigh* So, here's the end of the scene from yesterday, hopefully polished up a bit.
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Sherlock leaned back in his seat and saw the bottle. “What’s this?” he asked, holding it up to the light and narrowing his eyes at the hand-printed label. He sniffed at the stopper.
“There’s a farmer’s market at the weekend near Mike’s house,” John said. “I walked through it and spotted that.”
“Blackberry melomel with wild yeast,” Sherlock read. “There are no quality controls on these sorts of things, John. Anything could be growing in here.” He looked from the label to John.
John grinned. “You can test it.”
Red streaked from the bookcase and out the sitting room door. Voices floated up the stairs on a cool gust of air.
It's always annoying when you manage to write something, it works - and then you realise that actually it isn't quite right. Still, it's a funny scene, you might be able to recycle ;-)
It's always annoying when you manage to write something, it works - and then you realise that actually it isn't quite right. Still, it's a funny scene, you might be able to recycle ;-)
Now, that's a first: Sherlock being concerned whatever could grow in that thing. Or he simply wants to experiment on it and tries to put John out of his appetite.
Editing, plotty thinking and words, even if not directly usable, all sound like excellent progress, kudos! I like Sherlock being concerned about quality controls, for once, and the last line is perfect.
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Sherlock leaned back in his seat and saw the bottle. “What’s this?” he asked, holding it up to the light and narrowing his eyes at the hand-printed label. He sniffed at the stopper.
“There’s a farmer’s market at the weekend near Mike’s house,” John said. “I walked through it and spotted that.”
“Blackberry melomel with wild yeast,” Sherlock read. “There are no quality controls on these sorts of things, John. Anything could be growing in here.” He looked from the label to John.
John grinned. “You can test it.”
Red streaked from the bookcase and out the sitting room door. Voices floated up the stairs on a cool gust of air.
“Or we could serve it to Mycroft,” Sherlock said.
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I love the way Red announces Mycroft's presence.
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