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luthien67, the WiPs meme...
Actually, I don't have a lot of Works in Progress. I have a lot of Works that were Never Started, but I Will Do Someday! At the moment, my only WiPs are:
1. The Boozefest SV fic, whcih I'm behind on and kinda sick of, but I wnat to get it finished so I can send it off to be beta-read...
Clark had seen Lex drunk before. Many times. He'd seen it often enough to know that Lex drank according to his mood. He was casual and mellow with wine over dinner, and only drank champagne at galas, openings, and other social gatherings that he wished he didn't have to attend. Lex at his hardest, most 'don't fuck with me' mood was normally accompanied with straight vodka, and Lex would drink ridiculous amounts just to prove that he could. At clubs, when Lex wanted to party and have a good time, it was always the sweetest of cocktails, brightly coloured combinations that tasted more like sweets or milkshakes than anything vaguely adult.
When Lex drank scotch, it always came from a bottle older than him. It was drunk alone, in the half dark, and always after another disappointment, another betrayal, or another failure. Lex drinking scotch was Lex brooding over mistakes. Lex drunk on scotch was not a good thing.
"Lex, why are you here?" Clark tried to sound friendly, and a little concerned, instead of sounding like someone who was panicking and hearing 'Danger, Will Robinson' inside his head. He wasn't sure if it worked.
I'm currently hating Lex for not doing as he should.
2. My huge SV Exhaustion fic, which is barely more than two snippets and a vague plan:
Lex blinked again and watched the blurry text slip back into focus. Leaning his head on his arm, he realised that he had no idea of what the last page of the report had even been about. The desire to simply close his eyes, just for a minute, was almost overwhelming. He yawned deeply, and then shook his head, as if he could dispel this tiredness by will alone.
He reached for a pen and started to write notes, scribbling down whatever he could remember about what he'd read so far. The pad of paper stared back at him, barely a quarter of the page covered with the scruffy, haphazard scrawl. At this rate, he'd need to red it all over again. He flipped back to the start of the report, and lifted the bottle of water to his lips.
Ten minutes later, he was fast asleep on the desk, face resting on the tiresome report and the pen still in his hand.
3. Sailor Moon "Memories of a Soldier" series that I started, planned, and only wrote three parts of. However, I've managed to palm that off on another author to finish, so that doesn't really count.
I also have a file of phrases and comments that I want to use in a fic, and may someday, but they don't work right now. As for the other fics, I have about four that I haven't started writing, because I won't finish them. It's slack, but it keeps the WiP folder down.
luthien67, the WiPs meme...Actually, I don't have a lot of Works in Progress. I have a lot of Works that were Never Started, but I Will Do Someday! At the moment, my only WiPs are:
1. The Boozefest SV fic, whcih I'm behind on and kinda sick of, but I wnat to get it finished so I can send it off to be beta-read...
Clark had seen Lex drunk before. Many times. He'd seen it often enough to know that Lex drank according to his mood. He was casual and mellow with wine over dinner, and only drank champagne at galas, openings, and other social gatherings that he wished he didn't have to attend. Lex at his hardest, most 'don't fuck with me' mood was normally accompanied with straight vodka, and Lex would drink ridiculous amounts just to prove that he could. At clubs, when Lex wanted to party and have a good time, it was always the sweetest of cocktails, brightly coloured combinations that tasted more like sweets or milkshakes than anything vaguely adult.
When Lex drank scotch, it always came from a bottle older than him. It was drunk alone, in the half dark, and always after another disappointment, another betrayal, or another failure. Lex drinking scotch was Lex brooding over mistakes. Lex drunk on scotch was not a good thing.
"Lex, why are you here?" Clark tried to sound friendly, and a little concerned, instead of sounding like someone who was panicking and hearing 'Danger, Will Robinson' inside his head. He wasn't sure if it worked.
I'm currently hating Lex for not doing as he should.
2. My huge SV Exhaustion fic, which is barely more than two snippets and a vague plan:
Lex blinked again and watched the blurry text slip back into focus. Leaning his head on his arm, he realised that he had no idea of what the last page of the report had even been about. The desire to simply close his eyes, just for a minute, was almost overwhelming. He yawned deeply, and then shook his head, as if he could dispel this tiredness by will alone.
He reached for a pen and started to write notes, scribbling down whatever he could remember about what he'd read so far. The pad of paper stared back at him, barely a quarter of the page covered with the scruffy, haphazard scrawl. At this rate, he'd need to red it all over again. He flipped back to the start of the report, and lifted the bottle of water to his lips.
Ten minutes later, he was fast asleep on the desk, face resting on the tiresome report and the pen still in his hand.
3. Sailor Moon "Memories of a Soldier" series that I started, planned, and only wrote three parts of. However, I've managed to palm that off on another author to finish, so that doesn't really count.
I also have a file of phrases and comments that I want to use in a fic, and may someday, but they don't work right now. As for the other fics, I have about four that I haven't started writing, because I won't finish them. It's slack, but it keeps the WiP folder down.
