March 9th, 2008

Company Time

Meme a day 2008-Day 69-Unfinished Fiction Meme

Ganked from savemoony, but tweaked slightly.


1. Open your MyDocs and surf through your unfinished fiction.
2. Post a Summary of said fic(s); and title(s), if applicable.
3. Include a sample paragraph.
(4. Offer to swap plot bunnies)



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I don't actually have that many works in progress because I tend to try and finish fics before starting others.

#1-NOVEL 2008-a/k/a When Your Lover Has Gone

All I can tell you right now is that it's a murder mystery, set in San Francisco and Southern California during the Summer of 2007. There's sort of a "All About Eve" sitution taking place in the piano bar scene and a sub-plot involving AllAboutMe.com, and amalgam of LJ/Myspace/Facebook etc, where a fandom based relationship has gone horribly awry and led to another murder. Or has it?

The bartender had been studiously pretending to ignore my ranting. Maybe he was taking notes for a doctorate on internet psychosis. Or maybe he was just watching the ballgame. Either way, he was ready as soon as Michael nodded his head and put up two fingers. I noticed some extra eye-contact going on and a few mutual once-overs. Michael was still young enough to play the game and Rafael was seriously hunk-a-delic, if you like the muscle-shirt, shaved head and goatee look.

#2-A Shot of the Needful

My very dark Jeevesfic-over a year in the works and still barely past 12 pages. I don't want to give away a lot of the plot but I will say that it forces the reader to look at the reality behind the Wodehousian fluff, including Jeeve's manipulation of Bertie's personal life.


The morning found me preparing the restorative beverage which would no doubt be required when Mr. Wooster was ready to face the light of day. The ringing of the door chimes interrupted my activities and I hastened to answer it, not wanting Mr. Wooster roused from slumber any sooner than necessary.


#3-Every Little Thing
John Barrowman/David Tennant RPS

Yeah, I suck. I'm eeeevil. No one's forcing anybody to read it, but my muse is forcing me to write it.

John’s voice had gone a bit husky too, he noticed, the smile not just warm and cocky, but somehow enticing, alluring. Their hands had moved closer to each other’s on top of the table and David felt the urge to look around again to make sure no one was watching even though there was nothing the slightest bit suspicious going on.

Hair Day!

So the hair is in full flame to go with the Goddess Nails and waxed eyebrows. Sebastian is a genius. It's also flat smooth right now so I've got my Ann Margaret thing going on.

We were at the Mint by 3:00PM-Me, Sebastian, Brendan, Kimi, David O, his boy Craig, Daddy Dave, Jim the Bartender, hannahorlove, The Donald, and Giovanni.

Hannah gave up her Karaoke virginity by getting on stage and singing "Life on Mars?" YAY HANNAH!!!

I was talking to Giovanni and mentioned Barrowman and it turns out he LOVES Torchwood (and really loves Ianto) but didn't even know that John was a singer. I've sent an email with links to enlighten him. Now I can count three Barrowmaniacs among my karaoke kronies. (David O, Giovanni, and Ben the Bartender.)

Interestingly, he hasn't seen Season 1 past the first four episodes, so he didn't see Cyberwoman, Greeks Bearking Gifts etc. He likes Jack/Ianto, but mostly, I think, for the OMG MEN KISSING factor and doesn't hate Gwen. Thinks she's cute and admits that Jack seems as interested in her as he is in Ianto. Also thinks Rhys is cute.

I attempted a Barrowmania conversion at the nail place yesterday with a girl who was reading Details magazine with Jonathan Rhys-Meyers on the cover with that oh-so-unfortunate mustache. She said she just broke up with a guy who looks like him. I tried to sell her on the gorgeousness of Mr. Barrowman using the autographed picture as visual aid, but she seemed unconvinced.


Songlist-
Twenty-Four Hours From Tulsa-Gene Pitney
The Wonder of You-Elvis Presley
Sign of the Times-Petulia Clark
Teacher's Pet-Doris Day

Brendan wanted me to sing "Georgy Girl" but I ran out of time.