November 2019 - Day 1

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

Well, ladies, let's start this thing once again! Here is the place to tell us about your daily success (or the lack of it)!

May the magic be with us all!

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[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

And since I'm here already, let's report the funny (?) thing that happened to me. A couple of days ago I took the time to translate several pages for the next chapter of The Sins of the Mothers (https://archiveofourown.org/works/12468508/chapters/28377308), my original Star Trek/Original BSG crossover. Today I decided to start pico with typing up that part. And what did I discover when I opened the long-unused document? That save for the very last couple of lines, the whole thing has already been translated and typed up years ago. Why it doesn't show up in my hand-written pages, I have no idea, but I've definitely did the thing twice. *is annoyed*

Anyway, snippet:

Dr. Mulhall fingered her tricorder nervously, while looking after the retreating backs of Decker and Ser’hath’trov’dab. The tall, thin man in his burgundy-and-black uniform made an odd couple with the unusually large, ebony black Dairu who still barely reached to his chest. The astrobiologist smiled faintly, forgetting her concerns for a moment… but only for a moment.

“You have no reason to worry,“ Leila Kalomi said, knotting together her long, straight black hair on the nape of her neck. “The XO can take care of himself... and we are, at least, not alone.

“I know,” Ann Mulhall sighed. “And yet… despite the fact that I’ve participated in dozens of planetary missions, I’m more nervous than ever before.”

“Perhaps because this time we can’t count on the reassuring presence of the Enterprise in geosynchronous orbit,” the botanist suggested. “Most Starfleet officers are used to have a starship as back-up, whatever they are doing.”

[rhodielady-47.livejournal.com]

The only progress I've made is that I reached deep down into my gizzard and I pulled out an IDEA.
An idea that sounds good enough to use to write something.

Such a little thing but for me it's often half the writing battle.
:^)

[spikesgirl58.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I started the day by asking for Christmas prompts. My Halloween prompts ended up at nearly 30,000, so that isn't too bad. Let's see what Christmas brings.

Thanks for keeping us together!

[adafrog.livejournal.com]

Only writing comments today. Trying to get ready to leave at 4 for a riding thing this weekend, but I have no motivation.

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[akane42me.livejournal.com]

A one hour session today on a very old WIP, not the one I worked on during the last time.
I'm using it as a warm-up exercise, to get my wheels greased before I choose a story request for the MFU Down the Chimney exchange.

It ain't prettied up, it's just streaming words:)

(Reflection on the episode in which Napoleon) is caught in a wind tunnel and nearly killed.)

Working Title: Scar

He sat up in bed, covers thrown back, with the sense that he was about to be torn to pieces. Pulverized. He’d taken a chance and turned on the ceiling fan. So romantic. So Casablanca.

Fucking fans.

He got out of bed and crossed the room to the wall switch. Flipped it off. Went to the kitchen. Took the water glass from the sink. Cracked some ice from the tray and dropped them in. Carried the glass to the living room and picked up the whiskey bottle from the drinks cart. Brought it all to the couch. Poured two fingers. What the hell, make it three.

Some injuries don’t leave a scar you can see.



Pico Goal: 60 Minutes over 30 Days for a total of 1,800 Minutes
Progress Meter: 60 / 1,800 minutes. 3% done!

[a-phoenixdragon.livejournal.com]

Och...no words. But I thought about words!

[ylla.livejournal.com]

I nearly fell at the first hurdle, due to hectic running about - 110 words, written in the 10 minutes before midnight!

An odder memorial is the one built into the window of the co-op nearby - a clock like a globe and a rather elegant explorer against a background which is presumably intended to be African, but looks more like a Scottish island with added palm trees.