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This is something I've concocted primarily because I want confirmation that I'm not the only one with a folder full of half-finished fiction on my desktop that might never get written at this rate. So here you are! The Work-in-Progress Meme! When you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
From Wisdom of the Wise (a fic I started a long time ago and has yet to see the light of day)
“That’s beautiful.” She whispered to herself, unable to take her eyes off the sight.
“It’s home.”
Her head snapped around to face him. “Home? You mean that’s…”
“Yeah.”
He turned abruptly, walking over to a large desk. There were papers mixed with gadgets scattered all over the top. He rifled through some of them absently before turning to the bookshelves lining the walls. Slipping his glasses on, he laid a hand on the huge texts at eye level, letting his fingers run down the spines.
Rose watched him with careful curiosity. “So what is this room?”
The Doctor turned and leaned against the shelves. “It’s…” he paused, his head dropped until his chin was practically resting on his chest.
“Yes?”
He ran a hand over his face as if he was tired, pinching the bridge of his nose then slipping the glasses back off. “It was the study of the TARDIS’s previous owner.”
“What do you mean ‘previous’?”
“As in former. The TARDIS hasn’t always been mine. I…” he shifted uncomfortably “acquired her sometime later in her life.”
Rose snickered when she realized he wouldn’t make eye contact. “When you say ‘acquired’, does that mean something like ‘it fell off the back of a lorry’?”
“Something like that.” he admitted.
From Bubbly (my next chibi!fic that I've been promisingjesidres for ages)
The Doctor finally removed all traces of the mad scientist method of cooking from the TARDIS kitchen. Including the Pelagia jelly, which had somehow ended up on the ceiling. With a sigh, he tossed down the dishrag, grabbed his suit jacket off the strut, and headed to his room for to change his shirt.
Fully dressed and ready for action, he strode towards the console room, but as he passed the room with the whirlpool tub, he heard little splashes and giggles with an excited meep here and there. As he reached the door of the bathroom, he saw Rose kneeling, hunched over the edge of the tub. The tub was filled to the brim with bubbles and a little head and arm poked out of them, reaching for a stray bubble floating overhead.
From Just Us (the fic I should be working on instead of signing up for ficathons)
While Mickey was occupied with that, the Doctor turned to the console and slipped on his glasses. Rose came up beside him and poked him in the ribs. He smiled without looking up at her and poked back. She just laughed. “So, where do you want me then?”
“Ooo. The possibilities...” he teased. She gave him a light smack on the arm as he fished the batteries out of his coat pocket. “Here, take these. There should be some way of cutting open the packaging.” He fumbled around in his pockets and pulled out a pair of shears. ”Ah, there we go.” And he handed them over to her.
She set to work on the packages while the Doctor finalized calculations. She stuffed all of the packaging back into the plastic bag and then put the bag into the garbage disposal built into the base of the console.
“All right,” said the Doctor, taking his coat off but leaving the glasses on. “Let’s get this thing put together.” He tossed the coat into the console chair and took the batteries out of Rose’s hands. “Come on!”
As they made their way down the corridor, they came across Mickey on his way back to the console room. “A person could get lost around here, you know.” He said as he joined them. The Doctor just gave a not-quite-innocent grin in response.
This is something I've concocted primarily because I want confirmation that I'm not the only one with a folder full of half-finished fiction on my desktop that might never get written at this rate. So here you are! The Work-in-Progress Meme! When you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
From Wisdom of the Wise (a fic I started a long time ago and has yet to see the light of day)
“That’s beautiful.” She whispered to herself, unable to take her eyes off the sight.
“It’s home.”
Her head snapped around to face him. “Home? You mean that’s…”
“Yeah.”
He turned abruptly, walking over to a large desk. There were papers mixed with gadgets scattered all over the top. He rifled through some of them absently before turning to the bookshelves lining the walls. Slipping his glasses on, he laid a hand on the huge texts at eye level, letting his fingers run down the spines.
Rose watched him with careful curiosity. “So what is this room?”
The Doctor turned and leaned against the shelves. “It’s…” he paused, his head dropped until his chin was practically resting on his chest.
“Yes?”
He ran a hand over his face as if he was tired, pinching the bridge of his nose then slipping the glasses back off. “It was the study of the TARDIS’s previous owner.”
“What do you mean ‘previous’?”
“As in former. The TARDIS hasn’t always been mine. I…” he shifted uncomfortably “acquired her sometime later in her life.”
Rose snickered when she realized he wouldn’t make eye contact. “When you say ‘acquired’, does that mean something like ‘it fell off the back of a lorry’?”
“Something like that.” he admitted.
From Bubbly (my next chibi!fic that I've been promising
jesidres for ages)The Doctor finally removed all traces of the mad scientist method of cooking from the TARDIS kitchen. Including the Pelagia jelly, which had somehow ended up on the ceiling. With a sigh, he tossed down the dishrag, grabbed his suit jacket off the strut, and headed to his room for to change his shirt.
Fully dressed and ready for action, he strode towards the console room, but as he passed the room with the whirlpool tub, he heard little splashes and giggles with an excited meep here and there. As he reached the door of the bathroom, he saw Rose kneeling, hunched over the edge of the tub. The tub was filled to the brim with bubbles and a little head and arm poked out of them, reaching for a stray bubble floating overhead.
From Just Us (the fic I should be working on instead of signing up for ficathons)
While Mickey was occupied with that, the Doctor turned to the console and slipped on his glasses. Rose came up beside him and poked him in the ribs. He smiled without looking up at her and poked back. She just laughed. “So, where do you want me then?”
“Ooo. The possibilities...” he teased. She gave him a light smack on the arm as he fished the batteries out of his coat pocket. “Here, take these. There should be some way of cutting open the packaging.” He fumbled around in his pockets and pulled out a pair of shears. ”Ah, there we go.” And he handed them over to her.
She set to work on the packages while the Doctor finalized calculations. She stuffed all of the packaging back into the plastic bag and then put the bag into the garbage disposal built into the base of the console.
“All right,” said the Doctor, taking his coat off but leaving the glasses on. “Let’s get this thing put together.” He tossed the coat into the console chair and took the batteries out of Rose’s hands. “Come on!”
As they made their way down the corridor, they came across Mickey on his way back to the console room. “A person could get lost around here, you know.” He said as he joined them. The Doctor just gave a not-quite-innocent grin in response.
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Date: 2007-07-27 06:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-27 07:37 pm (UTC)I can send you the two chapters I have written, but don't expect much beyond that. I've kinda given up on it because the plot is such a daunting task, more so than I realized when I started.
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Date: 2007-07-27 07:42 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-07-27 08:22 pm (UTC)I'll see about it later.
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Date: 2007-07-27 08:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-27 08:47 pm (UTC)One day I should finish something.
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Date: 2007-07-27 08:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-27 09:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-28 03:41 am (UTC)Oh, and I'm fascinated by #1 also, but I sympathize about being overwhelmed by BIG GIANT PLOTS.
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Date: 2007-07-28 12:32 pm (UTC)