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I think there was a WIP meme that did something like this, at some point; anyway, I'm going to do it, because for once I actually have four WIPs (I am usually a one-fic-at-a-time girl, but one of these has been hanging around forever and the others could use a jumpstart, though Oh Lord Please Not Yet I Have No Time).
One of them is here (the next bit in the Sparrow/Goshawk 'verse), and for the others (two Vorkosiverse, one Lost) I'm going to list working title (none have real titles yet), first line, and last line written, and you should feel free to ask me anything about any of them (including the linked one), in hopes that it will make me think.
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As a bonus, since I've been editing the early chapters of Time and Fevers, you get perhaps my favorite first line ever:
There were definitely more rocks in the soil of Maine than was reasonable.
One of them is here (the next bit in the Sparrow/Goshawk 'verse), and for the others (two Vorkosiverse, one Lost) I'm going to list working title (none have real titles yet), first line, and last line written, and you should feel free to ask me anything about any of them (including the linked one), in hopes that it will make me think.
( Read more... )
As a bonus, since I've been editing the early chapters of Time and Fevers, you get perhaps my favorite first line ever:
There were definitely more rocks in the soil of Maine than was reasonable.
