I want to do something with words, I don't know. So here's the first lines from a whole bunch of things I am working on, or have on hold, or have floating around. I don't know the titles for any of them.
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rarewomen]
The riverbank was overhung with flowers, stems drooping low to skim the surface.
[Deadline: May 4th]
The sounds of bubbling chemicals and small explosions are not entirely unfamiliar in our rooms at Baker Street, and I have learned to take them in my stride, or at least not to jump too much.
[This one is![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mistyzeo's fault. Nearly 7000 words in two months and I don't know why. Lots of fun.]
[probably titled Go On Take Everything, or something like that]
The first I heard of it was when Headmistress Martin asked me to cover some of Miss Cameron’s mathematics classes for the last week of the winter term.
"Ah, there you are, Holmes! It’s good to see you again."
He hadn’t expected the University to be quite as it was.
Of course I knew Toronto was a stupid idea.
[This is Xu-lai and Jane's Study in Scarlet. 4000 words and no plot until I start properly researching Mormon missionary work.]
It was a chill day in the long tail-end of winter, the sort that makes one doubt that spring will be any different.
Holmes found us a small house in Paris with rent that was not atrocious and space for a small medical practice. “If you do not mind, Watson,” he asked, after pointing out our lack of income.
[the sequel to The Form of My Intent, which is not a priority but gave me a few scenes anyway]
A boy had to depend on his instincts in the world, Betty had told him, lips caked in scarlet and cigarette smoke following the words.
[this one actually just needs a beta to tell me if it makes any sense for people who aren't me, but I've only just started having the nerve to talk to fandom people so it's never had one. Except a very underslept![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
knumpify a few drafts ago, who was not much help.]
Remus yawned and stretched back in his chair.
[This is purely for my own fun.]
“My dear,” said Jane, sitting calmly at her writing desk, “I think I’m going to have to kill you off.”
[sequel to The Landlady]
“You wonderful madman. How did you survive to adulthood without me to look after you?”
[from Mrs. Hudson's PoV, no plot]
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rarewomen]The riverbank was overhung with flowers, stems drooping low to skim the surface.
[Deadline: May 4th]
The sounds of bubbling chemicals and small explosions are not entirely unfamiliar in our rooms at Baker Street, and I have learned to take them in my stride, or at least not to jump too much.
[This one is
mistyzeo's fault. Nearly 7000 words in two months and I don't know why. Lots of fun.][probably titled Go On Take Everything, or something like that]
The first I heard of it was when Headmistress Martin asked me to cover some of Miss Cameron’s mathematics classes for the last week of the winter term.
"Ah, there you are, Holmes! It’s good to see you again."
He hadn’t expected the University to be quite as it was.
Of course I knew Toronto was a stupid idea.
[This is Xu-lai and Jane's Study in Scarlet. 4000 words and no plot until I start properly researching Mormon missionary work.]
It was a chill day in the long tail-end of winter, the sort that makes one doubt that spring will be any different.
Holmes found us a small house in Paris with rent that was not atrocious and space for a small medical practice. “If you do not mind, Watson,” he asked, after pointing out our lack of income.
[the sequel to The Form of My Intent, which is not a priority but gave me a few scenes anyway]
A boy had to depend on his instincts in the world, Betty had told him, lips caked in scarlet and cigarette smoke following the words.
[this one actually just needs a beta to tell me if it makes any sense for people who aren't me, but I've only just started having the nerve to talk to fandom people so it's never had one. Except a very underslept
knumpify a few drafts ago, who was not much help.]Remus yawned and stretched back in his chair.
[This is purely for my own fun.]
“My dear,” said Jane, sitting calmly at her writing desk, “I think I’m going to have to kill you off.”
[sequel to The Landlady]
“You wonderful madman. How did you survive to adulthood without me to look after you?”
[from Mrs. Hudson's PoV, no plot]
