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blamebramptonSound asleep at a reasonable hour last night, woken by a crashing sound avec Irish folk songs. There, at the door, almost upright, was my writing talent.
'Oh HI!' it said.
'You smell like a distillery and you sound like a LOLcat,' I said. 'Get inside.'
'I bought you something!' it slurred. Five minutes of pocket-turning-out, it looked up again. 'But I ate it. Or lost it. Or maybe femme's talent has it. I think hers has my socks.'
'You're wearing tights.'
'Yeah, they're not mine.'
'Get inside!'
I put the coffee on, told it to sleep on the sofa, and went back to bed. This morning, I woke up to a small bunch of roses (picked from my front garden) and some new Fathers. Here, have a snippet for proof! (Alas, this is the third fic to finish on my list. Nothing on the other two. Stupid bloody talent!)
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Draco watches as Lester looks from him, to Harry leaning rumpled against the doorjamb, then back to him, and swiftly sums up the situation inaccurately.
“Potter was still with Weasley at the hospital when I went to pick up the children,” Draco says, in what he suspects is a doomed bid for clarification. “We have a surfeit of bedrooms, it seemed only polite to offer him one.”
“Of course, sir,” says Lester with a very passable stab at wide-eyed innocence.
Draco comforts himself with the knowledge that Lester won’t share his conclusions with anyone. He’ll just mentally file them in the Useful Things To Know About My Superiors part of his brain, a part Draco suspects takes up several lobes.
Harry ambles in and pours himself a cup of tea from the still-warm pot. “Any news?”
“Backing for the whole op seems to have come from France. Lester tells me that Kingsley’s waiting for you to come in.”
Harry makes a face while he sips his tea. “It was too much to hope for that it would all be wrapped up neatly by the time I got up, I suppose.”
“Yes,” says Draco. “It was. Not to mention that it’s eight and you were going to be up at seven.”
“But you’ve breakfast for me, yes?”
Lester’s eyes are like saucers, Draco realises and, as he replays that conversation in his head, he is forced to admit Lester’s suspicions could seem reasonable to the untutored mind. Probably not helped by the fact that Harry is still wearing his pyjamas. With the DM monogram.
'Oh HI!' it said.
'You smell like a distillery and you sound like a LOLcat,' I said. 'Get inside.'
'I bought you something!' it slurred. Five minutes of pocket-turning-out, it looked up again. 'But I ate it. Or lost it. Or maybe femme's talent has it. I think hers has my socks.'
'You're wearing tights.'
'Yeah, they're not mine.'
'Get inside!'
I put the coffee on, told it to sleep on the sofa, and went back to bed. This morning, I woke up to a small bunch of roses (picked from my front garden) and some new Fathers. Here, have a snippet for proof! (Alas, this is the third fic to finish on my list. Nothing on the other two. Stupid bloody talent!)
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Draco watches as Lester looks from him, to Harry leaning rumpled against the doorjamb, then back to him, and swiftly sums up the situation inaccurately.
“Potter was still with Weasley at the hospital when I went to pick up the children,” Draco says, in what he suspects is a doomed bid for clarification. “We have a surfeit of bedrooms, it seemed only polite to offer him one.”
“Of course, sir,” says Lester with a very passable stab at wide-eyed innocence.
Draco comforts himself with the knowledge that Lester won’t share his conclusions with anyone. He’ll just mentally file them in the Useful Things To Know About My Superiors part of his brain, a part Draco suspects takes up several lobes.
Harry ambles in and pours himself a cup of tea from the still-warm pot. “Any news?”
“Backing for the whole op seems to have come from France. Lester tells me that Kingsley’s waiting for you to come in.”
Harry makes a face while he sips his tea. “It was too much to hope for that it would all be wrapped up neatly by the time I got up, I suppose.”
“Yes,” says Draco. “It was. Not to mention that it’s eight and you were going to be up at seven.”
“But you’ve breakfast for me, yes?”
Lester’s eyes are like saucers, Draco realises and, as he replays that conversation in his head, he is forced to admit Lester’s suspicions could seem reasonable to the untutored mind. Probably not helped by the fact that Harry is still wearing his pyjamas. With the DM monogram.
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Date: 2009-09-29 11:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-29 11:54 am (UTC)I think someone fed it sugary drinks, maybe even red cordial. Still, nice it's home!
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Date: 2009-09-29 11:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-29 11:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-29 12:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-29 12:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-29 12:24 pm (UTC)And when at the office, I continue to get scene ideas (conversations playing happily in my head) for my current YA novel. Um ... doesn't exactly fit into the policies and procedures I'm writing, nor does it help my research - or my concentration in meetings. Bah!
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Date: 2009-09-29 12:26 pm (UTC)*Cough* Er, that's awful. You poor thing! I hope everything works out for the best.
(WE'RE NORMAL! WE'RE NORMAL!)
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Date: 2009-09-29 12:49 pm (UTC)Glad yours has returned, if only fleetingly. *hugs*
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Date: 2009-09-29 12:25 pm (UTC)That snippet was FABULOUS. ♥
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Date: 2009-09-29 12:28 pm (UTC)Thanks, dear!
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Date: 2009-09-29 12:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-29 12:35 pm (UTC)(And why was I born 70 years too late to write for Saturday film matinees?)
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Date: 2009-09-29 01:28 pm (UTC)glad it decided to return home.
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Date: 2009-09-30 02:05 pm (UTC)Me too!
XXX
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Date: 2009-09-29 01:33 pm (UTC)No one with absent writing talent could have even pieced together the entertaining snippet about the arrival of the talent, you know, never mind the fic bit. Which made me smile a lot. :)
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Date: 2009-09-29 02:00 pm (UTC)Yay smiles! And yay cheers! You hear that, brain! Get to work!
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Date: 2009-09-29 01:42 pm (UTC)I've just fallen in love with your talent.
It should run away more often and bring us such wonderful gifts.
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Date: 2009-09-29 01:59 pm (UTC)*Glares at it*
*Shakes head in despair as it waves drunkenly back*
*Wonders where the hell it found drink in the house?*
I'll beat it up over the long weekend and see what we can do about finishing a few things.
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Date: 2009-09-29 02:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-30 02:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-29 02:40 pm (UTC)WOOT!
*hands out cookies*
I need more of THAT, BTW. *points to fic snippet*
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Date: 2009-09-30 02:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-29 05:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-30 02:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-29 05:49 pm (UTC)*ahem*
Lovely to see your talent is back, even if it does sound like a LOLcat, is what I actually meant to say. It just sort of came out sounding like squee. Sorry. You know 'Fathers' is my favourite *nods*
*mumbles to self* Right, missus, you've embarrassed yourself enough, now go and collect the boys from cookery club...
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Date: 2009-09-30 02:04 pm (UTC)And don't think I have not been thinking of you while writing it. You are a motivating force!
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Date: 2009-09-29 07:54 pm (UTC)AHAHAHAHAHAHA.
And snippets of Fathers????
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We remember, we who dwell...
uh... "In this sixth ring of LJ hell"?
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Date: 2009-09-30 01:08 pm (UTC)I have to finish the fic for CF, but have been writing at least 100 words of Fathers a day. Talent has been staple-gunned to a chair!
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Date: 2009-09-29 09:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-30 01:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-29 10:02 pm (UTC)Thanks for the morning giggles with the fic snippet.
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Date: 2009-09-30 01:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-29 11:01 pm (UTC)I'm glad your talent decided to come back. Maybe once you get Fathers out of the way, it'll decide to be more cooperative. Talent's fussy like that, which is why I usually tell students not to trust it over pure cussedness and hard work.
As far as the excerpt goes, it was neat. I enjoy the way you construct Slytherin characters like Lester and Narcissa. Their cunning side is emphasized, which seems to be forgotten a lot around the whole finishing-school-for-dark-wizards stereotype.
I'm looking forward to seeing more.
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Date: 2009-09-30 01:05 pm (UTC)Yes, I have had lots of cussedness of late, but sometimes ones need talent, too, or the result is a story that consists of too many scenes with set pieces, followed by explosions in a desperate bid to make things interesting. Actually, that works quite well for Dan Brown ...
I'm looking forward to writing more, just need to get a few things out of the way first!
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Date: 2009-10-08 03:57 pm (UTC)*Feels all kinds of special* As far as the dance goes, remember that I'm a 35 year old fat white guy. About the only dance I can pull off is the Twist. :)
The cussedness actually works better for academic and professional writing, which I teach. They don't usually let me do the creative stuff (and I usually decline anyway).
Hope the other stuff has gotten out of the way.
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Date: 2009-10-08 09:48 pm (UTC)*Reminds self that self never actually learned to type, so is allowed to be rubbish at it*
Alas, the other stuff is hanging on, but I am Taking Steps to slay it. And the Twist is a classic!
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Date: 2009-09-30 12:57 am (UTC)I don't care much where it's been or what it's been doing. It makes it all worth it to get an update of Fathers. Even with the French plot twist.
Hurrah!
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Date: 2009-09-30 08:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-30 02:47 am (UTC)'Oh HI!' it said.
'You smell like a distillery and you sound like a LOLcat,' I said. 'Get inside.'
made me giggle in a most enjoyable manner.
Second, FATHERS = JOY!!!!
Finally, did I give you something to beta eons ago? I can't remember and cross-posting has dropped to the bottom of my priority list so you never have to do it, I just can't remember what it was I gave you and it's bothering me! lol
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Date: 2009-09-30 08:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-30 06:33 am (UTC)If you get Fathers done and posted
I will be a very happy girlI'm sure it will start focussing on your other stories. :o)no subject
Date: 2009-09-30 08:07 am (UTC)I am writing a little bit on it every day while I finish the two more urgent pieces, and as soon as they are done, it will be my next priority.
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Date: 2009-09-30 06:58 pm (UTC)I'll keep an eye on fests for stories involving MI6. :oP
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Date: 2009-09-30 07:58 am (UTC)To be honest, the bit at the top is my favorite. :D
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Date: 2009-09-30 08:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-05 03:13 am (UTC)Glad to know someone errant child/muse/talent has returned home. I doubt if I'll even get a Christmas card from mine.
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Date: 2009-10-05 01:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-05 09:25 pm (UTC)that's a thought. *g*