WIPs

[hedda62]

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.


1. Five Conversations Aral Had

First: Tea-party detritus littered the table like the deceptively clean aftermath of a space battle: when you looked at it with knowing eyes, you saw -- along with the glossy if slightly dirtied china and the silver spoons -- the spillage seeping into the tablecloth, and the crumbs (though no more than crumbs; how had Miles lucked into the amazing Ma Kosti?) scattered and symbolic of what was no longer there.

Last written: She'd put her foot down with admirable firmness.

2. Alys and Simon at the Orb

First: "Well," said Simon, "I have to admit it's stimulating."

Last written: "Simon, don't be ridiculous," she said, half-turning, "… oh."

3. The Tale of Henry Gale

First: When he dreamed, which wasn’t often, he dreamed about the balloon.

Last written: But the terror prompted by the intense brown eyes was more familiar still, and it bothered him—bothered the curled-up serpent, at least—that he couldn’t put a finger on why.


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.

Comments

[philomytha]

I always feel that there will be some kind of karmic retribution if I ever pester anyone else for WIPs they have mentioned but not finished, given my own track record in that department. But since you're asking, I will say that I keep looking out hopefully for Alys and Simon's Orb adventures. Is there roleplay and does it turn out to suit them? And I want to know who's had tea in the first snippet, and why.

And my mum would appreciate the rock line. I undestand Cape Breton's soil doesn't really involve anything except rocks.

[hedda62]

There is roleplay, of a sort, and it suits them very well, or it will when I write it. Which I will put somewhere on my priority list where it can bob its head up and say hi on occasion.

At this point in the tea party Aral and Ekaterin are alone, Cordelia having tactfully left them for purposes of facilitating getting-to-know-you communication. Miles was there briefly in between appointments (this is pre-Imperial Wedding) and left a stain on the tablecloth.