Random Writing Update
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kristen999I haven't been around much. Life's been busy and I've been coasting the last few weeks and for whatever reason I don't have much new to report. I sent my ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sga_genficathon to beta last night and it is a great feeling not to have anything 'new' to write for a little while.
Until![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
everyetty and I begin our Help-Haiti story that's long over due in a few weeks. :D
“Red Sands” is in the beta/edit phase of things and that is a fairly long process. I have two wonderful kick-butt betas and I think they compliment each other greatly. I have to re-write the conclusion because of some over reaching on my part, but I look forward to the polishing phase.
Once everything is complete I'll start posting, but I'm going to wait until thesga_genficathon is over with in early June because there are going to be dozens of wonderful stories by tons of great authors to read starting next week!
I wrote a tiny, tiny drabble forfriendshipper's comment fic graduation party. I wanted to try something new. Here is my .
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The world flashed in blossoms of bright purple and yellow lighting, the crackling thunder rumbling the ground. Teyla stared up in a daze, unable to recall how or why she was dizzy and alone. Stumbling to her feet, the trees continued to spin, sending her sideways into the mud. Soaked to the bone, she forced herself to her knees, and stood again, wiped gunk onto her filthy BDUs and marched forward.
She recalled gunfire and explosions, her numb fingers tracing the tether of her P-90, the ends ripped and tangling from her tac vest. Pulling back strands of her wet splattered hair, she listened to the forest, her boots sinking into ground.
Keep moving, don’t stop. This way.
Warm blood trickled down her face from a gash to her temple; fat rains drops washing it out of her eyes. A gust of wind nearly knocked her down, but she defied its attempt, forging her own path through the muck rising toward her knee. The feeling in her toes was gone; her lips and face an icy clay-mask of determination. The sky split open in a zigzag of bright white and under the booming crash that followed—she heard her name.
Running toward the voice, Teyla screamed, “Over here!”
Through the sheets of rain and howling madness, John staggered out of the woods, slipping and catching his balance and plowed toward her. Nearly crashing into each other, strong arms embraced her, lifting Teyla off her feet in a crush of needy desperation.
“Thank goodness,” he whispered in her ear.
He smelled of wet leather and sweat, and Teyla breathed him in. John squeezed tighter, pressed his cheek to hers, carding his fingers through her matted hair.
She nestled under his chin, pressed lips to the pulse point of his throat, and allowed everything else to slip away without the need of words.
sga_genficathon to beta last night and it is a great feeling not to have anything 'new' to write for a little while. Until
everyetty and I begin our Help-Haiti story that's long over due in a few weeks. :D“Red Sands” is in the beta/edit phase of things and that is a fairly long process. I have two wonderful kick-butt betas and I think they compliment each other greatly. I have to re-write the conclusion because of some over reaching on my part, but I look forward to the polishing phase.
Once everything is complete I'll start posting, but I'm going to wait until the
sga_genficathon is over with in early June because there are going to be dozens of wonderful stories by tons of great authors to read starting next week!I wrote a tiny, tiny drabble for
friendshipper's comment fic graduation party. I wanted to try something new. Here is my .------
The world flashed in blossoms of bright purple and yellow lighting, the crackling thunder rumbling the ground. Teyla stared up in a daze, unable to recall how or why she was dizzy and alone. Stumbling to her feet, the trees continued to spin, sending her sideways into the mud. Soaked to the bone, she forced herself to her knees, and stood again, wiped gunk onto her filthy BDUs and marched forward.
She recalled gunfire and explosions, her numb fingers tracing the tether of her P-90, the ends ripped and tangling from her tac vest. Pulling back strands of her wet splattered hair, she listened to the forest, her boots sinking into ground.
Keep moving, don’t stop. This way.
Warm blood trickled down her face from a gash to her temple; fat rains drops washing it out of her eyes. A gust of wind nearly knocked her down, but she defied its attempt, forging her own path through the muck rising toward her knee. The feeling in her toes was gone; her lips and face an icy clay-mask of determination. The sky split open in a zigzag of bright white and under the booming crash that followed—she heard her name.
Running toward the voice, Teyla screamed, “Over here!”
Through the sheets of rain and howling madness, John staggered out of the woods, slipping and catching his balance and plowed toward her. Nearly crashing into each other, strong arms embraced her, lifting Teyla off her feet in a crush of needy desperation.
“Thank goodness,” he whispered in her ear.
He smelled of wet leather and sweat, and Teyla breathed him in. John squeezed tighter, pressed his cheek to hers, carding his fingers through her matted hair.
She nestled under his chin, pressed lips to the pulse point of his throat, and allowed everything else to slip away without the need of words.
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Date: 2010-05-19 02:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-19 03:06 am (UTC)I'm a very canon writer, but after months and months of writing "Red Sands" I was craving something totally different.
It was nice to play in another sandbox.
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Date: 2010-05-19 06:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-19 05:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-19 02:24 pm (UTC)Good luck with the Help Haiti stories and the re-writes for Red Sands! Looking forward to all of them! :)
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Date: 2010-05-19 05:30 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-05-20 08:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-24 04:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-24 04:23 pm (UTC)After writing John and Ronon for five months straight, I really wanted to play with more John and Teyla.
I know your love of military and AU stories and Beth and I wrote “Long Ago (And Far Away)” (http://kristen999.livejournal.com/247944.html)
that I think is right up your alley. We really played with the chemistry with John and Teyla in that which was fun.
Hope to see you around more :D
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Date: 2010-05-24 04:26 pm (UTC)I have that story set aside already for after the bar as a reward because of the length. It looks fantastic.
How are you doing?
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Date: 2010-05-24 04:38 pm (UTC)What type of law are you going into?
I'm doing well, off today babysitting my sick kitty. But life's good, can't complain.
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Date: 2010-05-25 06:21 am (UTC)The bar is July 27, 28, 29. Three days of fun.
Immediately? Any kind of law where I can get a job. Probably back to administrative law for a state/federal agency (what I did until I had to quit to start studying for the bar a few weeks ago).
Long term, I want to specialize in operational law as a JAG (the law of war). That's my dream job and what I've been working on and preparing for in law school. I'm a research editor for The Journal of National Security Law and Policy, where I get to edit articles written by the top scholars and practitioners in the field. It's hard to keep from fangirling on them but then my annoyance at their crap BlueBooking and abuse of "writerly" flourishes (aka bad grammar) kicks in. LOL.
I make my professional mentor and boss crazy because I'm an old school Strunk & White devotee and have a bachelors in journalism so I get a little obsessive about AP style and the need for an institutional voice. Probably why I'm good at editing other's original works as opposed to writing my own.