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appomattoxco. Pick one sentence from each of your current WIP's and post them under their titles. Erm, I don't generally title things until they're written, unless a title just jumps out and bites me on the butt.
From my Angel S5 "Spike's corporeality was only temporary" fic:
I would always have a place in my heart for her, a large one, but if her bloody cookie dough didn't finish baking soon, maybe I'd have a brownie instead.
From my new MustardVerse fic, in which Spike moves to LA and meets Lorne for the first time:
Not full of the Slayer anymore, but full of Someone Else, Someone he shouldn't have been full of at all. He'd gone and broken the rules again, the naughty boy.
Er, yeah, that's two sentences. Sue me.
From my NaNoWriMo novel:
A sword-carrying figure in a black felt cowboy hat, a tan canvas duster, and black cowboy boots leaped in through the smashed window and grinningly eyed the tableau.
Argh. I've written nothing today. Of course, I'll probably be up for another five hours, so, still have time, I guess.
appomattoxco. Pick one sentence from each of your current WIP's and post them under their titles. Erm, I don't generally title things until they're written, unless a title just jumps out and bites me on the butt.From my Angel S5 "Spike's corporeality was only temporary" fic:
I would always have a place in my heart for her, a large one, but if her bloody cookie dough didn't finish baking soon, maybe I'd have a brownie instead.
From my new MustardVerse fic, in which Spike moves to LA and meets Lorne for the first time:
Not full of the Slayer anymore, but full of Someone Else, Someone he shouldn't have been full of at all. He'd gone and broken the rules again, the naughty boy.
Er, yeah, that's two sentences. Sue me.
From my NaNoWriMo novel:
A sword-carrying figure in a black felt cowboy hat, a tan canvas duster, and black cowboy boots leaped in through the smashed window and grinningly eyed the tableau.
Argh. I've written nothing today. Of course, I'll probably be up for another five hours, so, still have time, I guess.
