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healingmirth) wrote2011-12-07 06:25 pm
healingmirth) wrote2011-12-07 06:25 pm
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what I accomplished at work today
I like when three sentence fic shows up at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
comment_fic, because I never feel like I'm disappointing someone by writing a comment fic that's too short. I love DW's larger comment limit, but my worries about writing, let me show you them. But anyway, work sort of sucked, so I wrote something. And here is the part where I spend more words talking about the fic than the fic took.
I would dearly love to be able to write fic for The Eagle, but I spent probably 20 minutes on wikipedia and google/google books just to write three sentences that could be set in any nondescript temperate region pretty much at any time in the past two millennia. Research is terrifying, yo.
Esca says that the snowfall is unseasonably early, and Marcus placidly responds that it is falling precisely when it ought, though neither of them have the experience of even a single winter to back such pronouncements.
When they walk out to check on cattle who could not be less concerned, Esca strides ahead into the cold and damp and mutters not-quite-under his breath.
Marcus's more measured paces give his hair ample time to collect the heavy flakes, and when Esca clucks and fusses and kisses the chill off his lips, the remembered fear of harsh winters is barely hidden in his eyes.
(If anyone wants a three sentence pick-me-up, prompt away. Yuletide writing? What yuletide?)
comment_fic, because I never feel like I'm disappointing someone by writing a comment fic that's too short. I love DW's larger comment limit, but my worries about writing, let me show you them. But anyway, work sort of sucked, so I wrote something. And here is the part where I spend more words talking about the fic than the fic took. I would dearly love to be able to write fic for The Eagle, but I spent probably 20 minutes on wikipedia and google/google books just to write three sentences that could be set in any nondescript temperate region pretty much at any time in the past two millennia. Research is terrifying, yo.
Esca says that the snowfall is unseasonably early, and Marcus placidly responds that it is falling precisely when it ought, though neither of them have the experience of even a single winter to back such pronouncements.
When they walk out to check on cattle who could not be less concerned, Esca strides ahead into the cold and damp and mutters not-quite-under his breath.
Marcus's more measured paces give his hair ample time to collect the heavy flakes, and when Esca clucks and fusses and kisses the chill off his lips, the remembered fear of harsh winters is barely hidden in his eyes.
(If anyone wants a three sentence pick-me-up, prompt away. Yuletide writing? What yuletide?)