How’s it going?

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

...As the deadline begins to loom on the horizon. Dun dun duuuuuuuuuuuun! Yep, that’s about as close to menacing music as I can manage. :D

Are you already finished and lounging about drafting out *next* year’s Big Bang story while cabana boys massage your feet?

Pondering bribing Big Albert who lives down the street into coshing you in to a state of Amnesia?

No matter how it’s going, perhaps you’d like to share some of your work with us. How about a little something to whet our appetites, like a sample paragraph or two?

I don't mean to exclude our artists but I know it's harder to share part of your work without giving the game away. Still, if you'd like to, I'm sure we'd love to see it.

Oh, and if you’d just like to say a few words about anything Big Bang related, please do.

Check-in!

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Comments

[murphybabe]

Mmm... a bit panicky, because I haven't touched it for 5 weeks, and now you tell me there are only 5 weeks left. Also, I don't want my wonderful artist to be pushed for time. However, I have two 12-hour flights coming up so hopefully I will get a lot done then *g*

And an extract (with grateful thanks to Golden_Bastet):

Movement behind them had them both on the alert, then as they assessed the situation they relaxed and slumped further into their seats. A late dog-walker passed their car. He was a very large, bald man, mincing delicately along the pavement with a very fluffy dog on the end of a lead. As he passed them they could hear him talking to the dog.

‘Come along then, my little Snookums, let’s finish our business and get you home to the warm.’

The partners cracked up at his high, fluting voice. “Think he’s compensating for something?” They laughed together. Bodie nudged Doyle.

“Hey, he looked like you do, when you’re just out of the shower and you’ve dried your hair in a hurry. All pouffed out and fluffy. P’raps I should call you Snookums?”

“You do and it’ll be the last thing you call me for a while. Anyway, who is it who likes my curls, eh? Gripes and moans when I have it cut?” He looked over challengingly. “What would you hang on to when I’ve got my mouth round your cock, and you don’t know which way’s up any more, eh?”

“Yeah, all right.” Bodie shifted uncomfortably in his seat, and reached over to ruffle the soft curls. “Just need a nice red collar –“ the rest of the sentence was lost in the ensuing scuffle as Doyle defended his dignity, until they were recalled to the moment by a squawk from the RT, and the operation was on.

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

Ooops sorry, I probably shouldn't have mentioned the time frame. *g*

I love the car scuffle.

[murphybabe]

No, it's perhaps as well you mentioned it - much better than suddenly telling me I only have one week left.

Glad you liked the car scuffle. Now back to fill in more blanks.

[liriel1810.livejournal.com]

*g* the RT always seems to squawk at the least opportune moments, eh?

[przed.livejournal.com]

I'm sure it'll all come together. And taking a break can sometimes be just the thing.

Love the lads pratting about in the car.

[bodiecuddle.livejournal.com]

Don`t worry about me and take your time ;-) !!