Not done any serious writing this weekend - too busy, too tired, that's what this stage of term does for one. But this evening I _did_ sit down and not only edit the previous ficlet, but have a bash at another "it's a short, fun idea, might as well write it now as put it off" piece. Not quite finished - though I think there could be only a para. or so to go (if I'm lucky), but quite pleased with 472 words in an hour and a quarter.
It was in fact the first occasion on which Harriet had spoken in public since her trial, and the inch-deep carpets, excessive gilding, and faint smell of coffee that permeated the building had gone a good way to quell the sense of being back in the dock.
Ooh, I'm looking forward to this! I'm trying to guess where it is she's speaking - coffee suggests an institution, excessive guilding that it is not an educational institution. The Society of Crime Authors?
Excessive guilding and inch-deep carpets caught my eye, too. I hope we'll see the whole fic posted. 472 words in an hour and a quarter... I weep with envy. I think I did that once. No. It was someone else. *g*
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on 2009-11-29 10:24 pm (UTC)It was in fact the first occasion on which Harriet had spoken in public since her trial, and the inch-deep carpets, excessive gilding, and faint smell of coffee that permeated the building had gone a good way to quell the sense of being back in the dock.
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