That WIP meme thingy
It's everywhere:
Post a few sentences from every WIP you're currently working on, even if it's very short. Then invite people to ask questions about your WIPs. With any luck, the motivation to take that WIP one step closer to completion will appear as if by magic!
So, I'm verbose and even my "first couple of lines are actually practically whole conversations. sorry.
1. an atmospheric character study
Jensen was lost. It was something he’d never admit to. Not to Chris, not to Danneel, not even to Jared. He had plans, one year plans, five year plans, ten year plans. They required revision, cost-benefit analysis and constant vigilance and they kept him moving forward. His plans were clear and neat, like long flat stretches of Texas highway, but lately his plans were resembling the PCH, curvy, with sharp bends that lead blindly forward into god knows where, and diverting seemed like it might lead to sudden death.
2. a dumb ass fic that should never be seen or worked on again:
“Really, what’s this say?” He held the book over Jared's elevated foot. Jared squinted past his leg, encased in plaster from his hip to his instep and tried to focus on one of the large print words but the fucker was moving the book, just enough to make it impossible.
“I can’t read that.”
“So you do need help. See. Aren’t you glad I’m here?”
“No, why are you here.”
“I’m a volunteer aide.”
“Volunteer? Really?”
“Well, community service.”
“And you got assigned to me?”
“No, just to this building but hey, beats washing fire engines.”
3. Jensen as a supermarket manager?:
Jared came in at the end of march with another stack of flyers. His sixth since the original one. “hey, so there’s a glass blowing exhibit at the Blue Cloud Gallery. Wine, bad puff pasteries, good cheese and you know, some really kick ass art.”
“sure.”
“really?” Jared looked excited. Jensen tilted his head.
“really. Go ahead and put the flyers up. I just cleared to board so there’s plenty of space.”
Jared looked disappointed. He took a step closer, Jensen fiddled with the packages of sugary ducks he was setting out for Easter. Holding it in both hands and then turning his attention and body back towards the shelf.
“I was hoping you’d come with me.”
And the kicker was, Jensen wanted to go with him. loved art, loved hand made pieces. Used to create stuff back, a lifetime ago, when he had space and time and hadn’t given up on it. He wanted to go. “okay, yeah, we can go but…”
“but what?”
“nothing just… yeah, blown glass and good cheese. Yeah.”
“yeah?”
“yeah.”
“cool, so, here.” Jared handed him a flyer. “can I pick you up at your place?”
“can I meet you there?”
Jared nodded. “yeah, absolutely. You will be there, right?”
“yeah, I said I’d go so… I’ll go.”
“awesome.”
Jared walked away smiling and Jensen felt a sinking in his stomach. This is how it started. Fun and interesting and with a little flutter low in his belly. It always ended badly.
4. A mid season two parody wincest curtain fic i have like four chapters done
“Yeah, and buy some candles while you’re there.”
“Emergency candles? I thought we bought those last time we stocked up on batteries.”
Sam stood up and Dean shook his head, his body now sprawled bonelessly on his back. “I’ll do it later.”
Sam shrugged. “K.”
He was dressed, his hair still damp. Dean took a step forward to wrap his arms around him and only because Sam yanked Dean to him and ducked his head, did the bullet miss.
Instinctively Dean hit the floor, Dean's arms still wrapped around him. “What the fuck was that?”
Another bullet plowed through the house exiting the far wall. “Either someone’s on our lawn shooting at us, or it’s a big gun, Sam. Let’s get to the basement.”
The basement was cinderblock, and there was, Sam noticed, a devil’s trap on the ceiling. Sam was pretty sure there was one under the small rugs by the front and back doors too. Dean paced. “Fuck!” His hands running over Sam in a purely military manner now, checking his head and then over his shoulders, making fast clean sweeps. Sam twisted away. “Dean, if I’d been hit, we’d know. It went through the house.
“Yeah, who wants you dead that bad?”
“This week? They could have been after you.”
“Okay, who wants us dead that bad?”
5. Nanowrimo 2011 that i haven't even edited for grammar yet:
“you’re kinda gross you know that right?”
Jensen nodded against Jared's collar bone and Jared laughed. “c’mon, let’s get this done. That sex isn’t gonna have itself.”
Jensen nodded and took Jared's alarm clock off the bed along with his own toiletries. “I’m keeping this so that you’ll have to come see me again at least once.”
“I have a cell phone, I can use that.”
Jensen's eyes narrowed and Jared took a bottle of shampoo from Jensen's hand. “just to make sure that you have a reason to come see me.”
Jensen smiled and turned to leave. “you know half my shirts are in your drawers.”
Jared sighed. “we’re going to have to untangle ourselves one of these days.”
Jensen headed towards the front door and Jared swore he heard him mutter. “but not today.”
Post a few sentences from every WIP you're currently working on, even if it's very short. Then invite people to ask questions about your WIPs. With any luck, the motivation to take that WIP one step closer to completion will appear as if by magic!
So, I'm verbose and even my "first couple of lines are actually practically whole conversations. sorry.
1. an atmospheric character study
Jensen was lost. It was something he’d never admit to. Not to Chris, not to Danneel, not even to Jared. He had plans, one year plans, five year plans, ten year plans. They required revision, cost-benefit analysis and constant vigilance and they kept him moving forward. His plans were clear and neat, like long flat stretches of Texas highway, but lately his plans were resembling the PCH, curvy, with sharp bends that lead blindly forward into god knows where, and diverting seemed like it might lead to sudden death.
2. a dumb ass fic that should never be seen or worked on again:
“Really, what’s this say?” He held the book over Jared's elevated foot. Jared squinted past his leg, encased in plaster from his hip to his instep and tried to focus on one of the large print words but the fucker was moving the book, just enough to make it impossible.
“I can’t read that.”
“So you do need help. See. Aren’t you glad I’m here?”
“No, why are you here.”
“I’m a volunteer aide.”
“Volunteer? Really?”
“Well, community service.”
“And you got assigned to me?”
“No, just to this building but hey, beats washing fire engines.”
3. Jensen as a supermarket manager?:
Jared came in at the end of march with another stack of flyers. His sixth since the original one. “hey, so there’s a glass blowing exhibit at the Blue Cloud Gallery. Wine, bad puff pasteries, good cheese and you know, some really kick ass art.”
“sure.”
“really?” Jared looked excited. Jensen tilted his head.
“really. Go ahead and put the flyers up. I just cleared to board so there’s plenty of space.”
Jared looked disappointed. He took a step closer, Jensen fiddled with the packages of sugary ducks he was setting out for Easter. Holding it in both hands and then turning his attention and body back towards the shelf.
“I was hoping you’d come with me.”
And the kicker was, Jensen wanted to go with him. loved art, loved hand made pieces. Used to create stuff back, a lifetime ago, when he had space and time and hadn’t given up on it. He wanted to go. “okay, yeah, we can go but…”
“but what?”
“nothing just… yeah, blown glass and good cheese. Yeah.”
“yeah?”
“yeah.”
“cool, so, here.” Jared handed him a flyer. “can I pick you up at your place?”
“can I meet you there?”
Jared nodded. “yeah, absolutely. You will be there, right?”
“yeah, I said I’d go so… I’ll go.”
“awesome.”
Jared walked away smiling and Jensen felt a sinking in his stomach. This is how it started. Fun and interesting and with a little flutter low in his belly. It always ended badly.
4. A mid season two parody wincest curtain fic i have like four chapters done
“Yeah, and buy some candles while you’re there.”
“Emergency candles? I thought we bought those last time we stocked up on batteries.”
Sam stood up and Dean shook his head, his body now sprawled bonelessly on his back. “I’ll do it later.”
Sam shrugged. “K.”
He was dressed, his hair still damp. Dean took a step forward to wrap his arms around him and only because Sam yanked Dean to him and ducked his head, did the bullet miss.
Instinctively Dean hit the floor, Dean's arms still wrapped around him. “What the fuck was that?”
Another bullet plowed through the house exiting the far wall. “Either someone’s on our lawn shooting at us, or it’s a big gun, Sam. Let’s get to the basement.”
The basement was cinderblock, and there was, Sam noticed, a devil’s trap on the ceiling. Sam was pretty sure there was one under the small rugs by the front and back doors too. Dean paced. “Fuck!” His hands running over Sam in a purely military manner now, checking his head and then over his shoulders, making fast clean sweeps. Sam twisted away. “Dean, if I’d been hit, we’d know. It went through the house.
“Yeah, who wants you dead that bad?”
“This week? They could have been after you.”
“Okay, who wants us dead that bad?”
5. Nanowrimo 2011 that i haven't even edited for grammar yet:
“you’re kinda gross you know that right?”
Jensen nodded against Jared's collar bone and Jared laughed. “c’mon, let’s get this done. That sex isn’t gonna have itself.”
Jensen nodded and took Jared's alarm clock off the bed along with his own toiletries. “I’m keeping this so that you’ll have to come see me again at least once.”
“I have a cell phone, I can use that.”
Jensen's eyes narrowed and Jared took a bottle of shampoo from Jensen's hand. “just to make sure that you have a reason to come see me.”
Jensen smiled and turned to leave. “you know half my shirts are in your drawers.”
Jared sighed. “we’re going to have to untangle ourselves one of these days.”
Jensen headed towards the front door and Jared swore he heard him mutter. “but not today.”