Weekly Check In Post

[norfolkdumpling.livejournal.com]

Happy Friday all you dedicated little agents out there!

How are things going? Scribbling away furiously? Writing at a steady pace? Doodling and looking out of the window? In complete denial? It's all good - we're here to listen and encourage!

Maybe you'd like to share a teeny snippet of your developing masterpiece with us? Just a line or two - and of course nothing that could identify major plot points, or tie the story to you when we come to time for our artists to make their choices - we must preserve anonymity (much like the Lads on a stakeout...)! But a teeny little bit of random Pros goodness couldn't hurt, could it? Just a smidge?

However your story is coming along, we'd love to hear from you. Have a happy Pros-y weekend everyone!

Comments

[judesmk.livejournal.com]

I'm doing quite nicely but then I did start this piece last year. Anyway here's a snippet:

"Honey, I'm home." The front door to the apartment slammed shut as Bodie threw his briefcase at the hall stand and missed. As he removed his suit jacket and loosened his tie, the kitchen door opened to reveal his partner, Ray Doyle, wiping his hands on a tea towel.

There you go. The original intention was to write a curtain fic (yes, I know it's not everyone's cup of tea) but it seems to be going it's own way but the opening is very curtainy without the lads actually picking out curtains.

[loxleyprince.livejournal.com]

And now I can't get the image of Doyle clad solely in a tea-towel out of my head (so thank you for that! :-)

[natsuko1978.livejournal.com]

I started mine last year, too... and I now have fewer words than I did then. So congrats on doing nicely! :D

And yay for domestic Lads *\o/* (The way my fic looks to be heading, I will be desperate for some feel-good fics by deadline!)

[merentha13.livejournal.com]

hmmmm Bodie with a briefcase and suit and tie - and Doyle washing up - sounds like our lads might not be doing their usual for CI5! Very interesting!

[merentha13.livejournal.com]

I made a lot of progress this week! Here's a snippet:


As the lift doors slid open Doyle wrestled Bodie inside, nearly knocking Betty over as she tried to emerge.
“Gentlemen.” She rolled her eyes.
“Tut, Tut, Raymond. Now see what you’ve done.” He turned towards her. “Sorry Betty. Bit of a barmpot, he is.”

Bodie bowed with exaggeration and motioned to Betty that the coast was clear and she could exit the lift unhindered now.
Looking at her watch and trying to swallow a smile, she said, “Isn’t Mr Cowley expecting you about now?”

[loxleyprince.livejournal.com]

Yay! for the guys fooling around in the lift again!!! Love Playful Doyle :-)

[natsuko1978.livejournal.com]

Barmpot is such a lovely word. :D

Congrats on the progress!

[sw33n3y.livejournal.com]

Ooh, a bit of lift wrestling never, never goes astray! :D

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

The lads in a lift cannot be beat. :D

[dawnebeth.livejournal.com]

I've just gone past 15,000 words, so all happy this week. Got the scene I've known about for a year finally written and (with all luck and fingers crossed) moving forward.

Here's a snippet:

“Can’t believe we have to slog through all this.” Doyle stooped to itemize several cases of Russian vodka. “We’re more suited for chasing after international assassins and political intrigue.”

“Think highly of yourself, do you?” Bodie asked with a grin.

[loxleyprince.livejournal.com]

Past 15000 words already? That's FANTASTIC! (Also a perfect reason to have a vodka-enlivened celebration with the lads :-)

[natsuko1978.livejournal.com]

Wowsers! 15k already! And ooooh - pre-series partners? Nice!

Congratulations!

[merentha13.livejournal.com]

Congrats on making the 15,000 mark!

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

Already past the minimum? \o/

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

Writing at a snail's pace on stuff I'm looking at sideways... so business as usual.

I jotted this down over coffee this morning. Not edited, polished or anything just shared 'cos it exists at least. *g*

__________

"Your name sirrah, I will not ask again."

It hurt to move but Ray got to his knees, heavy hands on his shoulders stopping him from rising any further.

He struggled to raise his head, taking in the vision before him. Spit-polished riding boots, skintight britches, a leather crop clenched between familiar hands, a bare chest gleaming with sweat. Bodie.

He wasn't in Watford anymore.

[dawnebeth.livejournal.com]

Hmmm, sounds quite promising to moi.

[sc-fossil.livejournal.com]

I haven't written much this week but I'm at about 13,000 so it's moving along. Here's a bit:

"You're drilling holes into the side of me head with your peepers. Did I miss something when I shaved this morning? Got a pimple?"

"No, nothing like that," Doyle admitted. "Just... missed- He almost said 'you'. Instead, he quickly changed it to, "this". He waved a hand to encompass the car and Bodie and London in general.

"Ah." Bodie shifted down to stop for a red light. He took the opportunity to look over at Doyle. "Thought you might have missed my handsome face. My mistake." His tone was light and teasing.

Doyle stared, wishing desperately that he could say something about... What? The dreams he'd had about Bodie?

[dawnebeth.livejournal.com]

Most definitely slash then, is it? ;-)

[marjorammax.livejournal.com]

Eek ... I'm an ostrich (as in burying head in sand, not long legged and long necked, and covered in feathers. OMG, I'm losing the plot. No, not the writing plot - the other one. I'd have to have a plot in the first place to be able to lose it). :O

Not only do I not have anything to share ... I don't have anything.

I haven't been worrying too much but unless a plot hits me in the face in the next few days I'm going to have to resort to desperate measures. Something in the news has given me an idea, though, so I'll mull that over for a day or so. And no, it has nothing to do with the elections.

The kids are back at school on Monday so hopefully by this time next week I'll have a plot if nothing else.

I've still got time ... right?

Marjoram Max
:)

[murphybabe]

There's months yet :)

[murphybabe]

Looking at what I've written, most of it seems to be in note form, which is a little depressing as I was under the impression that I had 3,000 words of fic. Ho hum. Anyway, here's a snippet that seems to have written itself:

Marty nodded. ‘Why am I telling you? Because, to be honest, I don’t want you coming and stirring up trouble. Not that it isn’t a pleasure just to look at you,’ he added, eyes roaming over Doyle’s body. Bodie controlled his grin. Marty had always had a thing for Doyle right from their very first meeting. He’d originally admired Bodie’s hard-muscled body but had abandoned him without a second thought when introduced to Doyle’s siren charms.

There's months yet. No problem!

[loxleyprince.livejournal.com]

You have Marty Martell in your story!!! YAY!!! (Love Marty! :-)

Also, notes tend to be shorter than the eventual prose, so if you have 3000 words of notes, that probably equates to A Lot More words in Finished Story terms.

[loyseofverlaine.livejournal.com]

Slow progress is slow. But now that the Term of Doom is over, I should be able to step it up.

A teaser:

Bodie cursed. "Doyle. CI5 gave you my file, right. How long have I been borged?"

"A little over six months."

"Closer to eight. Do you know how many times I've had my nanites reconfigured?" Doyle shook his head. "None. Not once."

[loxleyprince.livejournal.com]

HOORAY!!! for surviving the Term of Doom and OOOOOOOOOOHH!!! for Bodie having been borged! (Dun dun DUN!!!)

[unbelievable2.livejournal.com]

Partly planned, nothing written. Won't be writing it until another Big Bang is out of the way.

[natsuko1978.livejournal.com]

Best of luck with the other BB (you're brave or confident or both!).

Plans are usually a good start! (Wish I could start with a plan rather than a single scene - I might find it easier to discover what the story is and not write 10,000 words which don't belong.)

[agent-talis.livejournal.com]

I'm doing ok... I think :-), but I've got two stories on the go and I'm not sure if either of them are going to be finished in time!
Story A
"Luckily for him, Doyle’s attention was engaged by the songbirds above them and, judging from the rapt expression on his face, drinking it in hungrily. A weird sensation twisted in Bodie’s stomach, nearly making him stop in his tracks. Normally he would be making a crack right now about classical music and (depending on how mock-annoyed Doyle could be bothered to act) Mozart would maybe be dragged into it. But, even as the mists of the sentence presented itself in his brain, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to voice it."

Story B
"The man in the mirror had the same general face shape that he remembered, but clean-shaven and narrower across the chin. His hair before the incident had been chin-length coils, now it was cropped within two finger widths of his skull. It was still valiantly trying to curl without having the means to do so. But these changes were nothing compared to his face. Still half-numb with dawning horror, he trailed one hand across his right cheekbone which jutted like it had been carved out using a knife. Suspiciously, he opened his mouth to confirm what his tongue had already told him, one of his front teeth had been broken in two and he was pretty sure that a couple were missing from the back. “What the hell…?” "

Hmm... are these too big to count as snippets?

[dollidaydream.livejournal.com]

Oh, these are both great. But item B has me really rather intrigued! Good work.

[natsuko1978.livejournal.com]

I've got fewer words than I had last week as I've just cut over half of what I had into another folder, deciding that it was actually a separate story. (It was that, or - if I try to develop both threads fully - try to write a full length novel of about 100k by July, which I think is unlikely!)

That also makes *this* story rather darker than I first intended, so now I'm worrying about *that*. ::sigh::

Snippet: He was in the dark. Worse for moonlight and moon shadows through the too-thin curtains, blowing in the wind which rattled the half-rotten wood frames of the sash windows, fully dressed even to his coat and in bed, but still freezing: the single room in a big old house his Mam had rented when he was very small. He was in his bedroom in the Birkenhead semi, posters on the walls, cold and sick with the shouting and noises from downstairs. He was in a bare grey bunk, below decks on a ship, sick as a dog with the pitching. He was in Africa, sick and shivering from sunburn and headstroke. He was in a jungle. He was in a desert. He was in an iron and concrete cell with a fouled dirt floor. He was on the streets. He was in a city. He was in a car. He was alone. He was scared. Always alone and always scared and always searching, desperately wanting. Something. Someone. He did not know what or who, only that it was important and he did not have it. And he was in danger. Always alone and always scared and always under threat. From what? A beast at his back, sour breath on his neck. A knife. A bullet. A bomb. Blood.

Something grabbed him and he yelled, jerked, fought; hitting out wildly, all training forgotten, animal instinct remaining. A rat in a trap. No, in the mouth of a dog. Shaking him. Growling.

No. Hands. Pinning his shoulders. A voice. Shouting. Yelling his name.

He opened his eyes.

[agent-talis.livejournal.com]

Ooh dark... I love dark stories! It's definitely intriguing in all the right ways. I really hope you continue with it!
I'm excited now!

[boothros.livejournal.com]

Oh I'm so thrilled with this post! Not looked at the text for ages as had other projects on the go but just got back to it and doing some serious looking through.
Heck you guys are SO brave. I had this story well on the go before sign ups and would NEVER have even thought of entering had it not been for a very good friend suggesting it. I just dont know if I could go into it like you guys with a blank sheet. As it is I'm finished (no smugness there whatsoever!) at 46,000 words, and this week, IT GOT ITS TITLE! I still have one major issue with it, but no real way to proceed on that at the moment. As for a snippet? Well what do you fancy? Something a bit saucy or something a bit random? I think I'll give you random.

"Bodie, if I asked you to do something for me, would you do it, please?"
Bodie contemplated a glib answer for just a moment, but decided this probably wasn't the time.
"What is it, mate?"
"Cut this off." he said, vaguely indicating his hair without actually touching it.

There you go, can't get more random than that!
Good luck everyone!

[loxleyprince.livejournal.com]

Oooooooh! You little tease, you! HUMUNGOUS (is that even a word?) CHEERING for having finished your story with a title ALREADY *and* to your friend for having suggested you enter it in the BB!!! You're a shining example of Very Shiny Things to the rest of us! Also still a tease. :-) Doyle's hair! *Iz very intrigued now*

[boothros.livejournal.com]

'Hair angst'! (spits out tea)! It IS angst though, deep dark, desperate angst...

[loxleyprince.livejournal.com]

This scares the Happy!Ending!bunny *see icon*