A meme!

[dhampyresa]

Taken from snickfic


1. of the fic you’ve written, which are you most proud of?
2. favorite tense (past/present/future)
3. favorite POV (first/second/third/etc)
4. what are some themes you love writing about?
5. what inspires you to write?
6. thoughts on critique
7. create a character on the spot…. NOW!
8. is there a character you love writing for the most? the least? why?
9. a passage from a WIP
10. what are your strengths wrt writing?
11. what are your weaknesses wrt writing?
12. what’s your favorite place for writing resources?
13. who are your favorite writers?
14. anything else that you want to know XD

Comments

[dhampyresa.livejournal.com]

9. a passage from a WIP

Aside from the two passages I used to illustrate a point to ladymercury_10 on a WIP I haven't touched in months, I only have two fic WIPs I'm currently writing that I can post.

There's the Benjamin January series/Ancient History RPF one.

He broke the kiss. "I think I'll pass out now."

Her Hannibal caught his other side when he did. In his hand, he held the missing book. She nodded at him.

That was how Shaw found them. He took one look at the man bleeding in her arms, the shackles on the wall and the two white men unconscious on the floor and said, "Seems to me you'll be a valuable witness with what happened here, Maestro. Iffn you'll be kind enough to follow me to the Cabildo?"

Hannibal and Shaw went, leaving Rose to make her way alone to Olympe's house.

"Aunt Rose!" That was Gabriel. His face brightened when he saw her, but he soon dropped the smile. "Who's this? Is he okay?"

"He is a friend," Rose said, taking care to put in her words the inflection that would convey that he was a runaway. Without his papers - forgeries though they may have been -, he might as well have been. The man who almost marched on Rome was in New Orleans no more than an unclaimed piece of property.

Then there's the one where Hannibal and Scipio are immortal, because why not, I guess.

"They really are delicious," Scipio says, lounging on a apple tree branch. He holds out a piece to Hannibal, still on the ground. "Here, try it."

Hannibal eats the apple quarter directly from Scipio's hand. "I think," he says, "it's the company."

"Be serious," Scipio tells him. He's smiling. "Do you remember apples tasting half so good when we were mortal?"

"Unlike some people," Hannibal says, "I did not always have the luxury of intact supply-lines." He sighs. "No. They did not taste half so good when I was mortal."

"Why do you suppose that is?"

I also have a bunch of WIPs on the backburner, but let's not get into them, because there are more than three dozens of them hahaha lol wat. (Not counting original fiction, even.)

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Oh, yay! I've been watching for and enjoying the updates of both these stories in the WIP thread so much. They're my favorites.

[dhampyresa.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! That means a lot. I have a feeling I was less than completely stealthy, though.

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Ha, it's alright. I haven't been posting in that thread recently, but when I do I am also pretty easily identifiable.