picowrimo | March Pico 2018, Day 5

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March Pico 2018, Day 5

Here is the place to talk about your progress (or the lack of it) and share bits with us.
May the magic be with us all!

And since I'm already here...

I had an unexpectedly productive morning: I managed to write two entire scenes. Admittedly, both are rather short, and the first one is a slight modification of canon, but I'm still quite pleased with my progress.

Excerpt: (direct quotes from the episode are in italics)

Sarah Jane scrambled to her feet. "Luke? Are you all right?"

The teenager of unusual origins seemed a bit dazed. "Felt like some sort of cross-dimensional spatial transference," he judged, clearly impressed by the events.

Sarah Jane stared at him a little bewildered. "And how do you know what cross-dimensional spatial transference feels like?" she asked.

Luke rolled his eyes. "Mum, are you forgetting where I came from?"

"Actually, I'm trying to," Sarah Jane replied. "You"re my son, and that's the only thing that matters."

Worked on my wip this morning, more re-writing with a few new things inserted. Snippet below, more drama of course :) It's a long paragraph, I need to think about ways to break it up and make it an easier read maybe. But that's for the next edit. I'll have to come back later and comment on the comments I missed yesterday!

He arrived at Headquarters early, he did most days; early enough for the night duty officers to report to him personally, it it told him more than reading their logs could. Today, he detoured on his way to his office, went downstairs and stopped by the windows overlooking the pool. Only one swimmer, lapping back and forth, the powerful stroke steady as a metronome. He'd always believed that answers could be found, oh, not for all problems, but for enough to make it worth the attempt to fix what one could. It informed his stewardship of UNCLE. Yet over the years mistakes had taken their toll. Back and forth; he watched the water churn around the swimmer then calmly smooth again behind him. He took a deep breath. No, not everything could be fixed, but he had to believe what now mattered could.

I am getting nowhere, the Muse seems to be in Abu Dhabi, and over the weekend all I got was a few scraps :(

I want to write, I just don't seem to have the words...

Success. The beta gave the fic the thumbs up. Yay! And it only took another 1,000 to convince her. And I got another Easter Egg done. Yay! Today has been a good day!

Got about 400 words done in the last hour, which is phenomenal progress for me. Heh. Here's a brief snippet.

"Oh, Luke." Leia's voice was no less sympathetic. "We've been so worried—"

He didn't mean to be rude but he couldn't help cutting off the sympathy he didn't want to hear. Didn't deserve. "You're all okay, though? You an' Chewie weren't injured or… " He stumbled over the thought that perhaps Darth Vader had tortured them. Vader. Yes, so much easier, less horrifying, to think of him as Darth Vader.

At her nod, he again talked over everybody else. "And Han?" He heard the fear in his own voice, feeding back into a circuit of sick fearangerhaterevenge circling in his belly like lothcats chasing their tails – vicious and relentless. "Where's Han?" The panic crept a little higher when Chewie and Leia exchanged worried glances.

I wrote another drabble today, my third this month. I've tentatively decided to try to write 31 drabbles this month. Just a couple behind at the moment, and it's a fun medium to work in... tweaking sentences and word choices to fit the 100-word limit. Since it's been months and months since I really wrote at all, this is a much more accomplishable goal then just jumping back in with long ideas that I may get burnt out on again.

Once I have a couple more down, I'll probably start posting them as well. :)

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