Title: "At the End, There is Love"
Fandom: Star Wars
Summary: Luminara and Barriss share a chance meeting at the Jedi Temple, a moment of peace in a time of chaos. Non-explicit femslash.
Written for sayanistica who very generously donated to the gulf_aid_now fandom charity auction. Thank you! And thanks to Tek, who looked it over.
( It was disheartening to see how empty the Jedi Temple was.Collapse )
Title: Lost Time
Fandom: Star Wars
Prompt: For joysweeper , written for the 2010 wraithsquadron ficathon. Prompt involved Wedge with guest appearances and the phrases "Long Friendship," "Trust," "Knowing Someone Very Well," and "Casual Physical Contact."
Summary: Wedge objects very strongly to Tycho's treatment following his recovery from Imperial custody. Tycho is none to happy with circumstances, either.
Disclaimer: Not mine, will never be mine, wah wah wah. Also, thanks to my beta, lurkz.
Characters: Wedge and Tycho alternating viewpoints, with guest appearances by Hobbie, Janson, and Luke (and mentions of Rogues of old times)
( Tycho would never be sure how long everything had taken.Collapse )
Title: "The Day Obi-Wan Kenobi Died"
Summary: August 5, 2000: a date which will live in infamy (to Star Wars fans). Zoe decides to organize a memorial of sorts. Zoe/Windows, though it's not the focus.
Thanks to JoZPierce for beta-ing.
Fandom: HBO's Rome
Summary: Antony wants to see Vorenus, and rants about his latest troubles. Non-explicit slash.
Thanks to shantih for beta-ing.
I thought I'd post that I'm just about to a pretty good milestone to be at.
Word count as of bedtime yesterday:
1. Writing for no longer than an hour and a half at a time keeps me fresh.
2. Word wars via the NaNo website are fun, useful motivators. (433 words in 10 minutes, yay!)
3. Meet-ups are fun, happy, and productive times.
4. Outlining was a really useful thing.
5. It really helps to not do this alone.
Also, anyone reading this, if you have an iPhone I recommend you get the WriMoDemon app. It's a free progress tracker and it's absolutely adorable.
I'll post a final word count and excerpt from today's writing when I've actually called it a day. For now, I just wanted to squee about my progress.
The plants, once he started walking inward, could barely be called that. Where there should have been tight little ferns and tall, willowy palms and bright flowers, there were hunched, tumor-like things. He approached one, fascinated and horrified. The skin of its "leaves" were stretched and nearly transparent, with green and yellow liquid inside like a vegetable colored boil. He poked at one hesitantly and immediately jumped back and yelled in horror and dismay as the thick fluid burst all over him, soaking him in something that smelled like rotting plant matter.