Meme from, oh, everyone by now.
Sep. 11th, 2009 11:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Give me the title of a story I've never written, and feedback telling me what you liked best about it, and I will tell you any of: the first sentence, the last sentence, the thing that made me want to write it, the biggest problem I had while writing it, why it almost never got posted, the scene that hit the cutting room floor but that I wish I'd been able to salvage, or something else that I want readers to know.
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Date: 2009-09-11 10:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-09-11 12:50 pm (UTC)I love the salmon scene, too. I am only sorry that I had to cut the haddock stuff - just too self-indulgent.
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Date: 2009-09-11 01:01 pm (UTC)Best title ever!
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Date: 2009-09-11 10:22 am (UTC)(Do they count as fanfic?)
And actually, now I come to think of it, I really want to see this...
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Date: 2009-09-11 11:38 am (UTC)I can't believe I didn't think of this earlier!
Date: 2009-09-11 05:23 pm (UTC)"I can haz cheeseburger?" it inquired in slightly pathetic, slightly hopeful tones.
Eyes that had never yet needed glasses regarded it sternly.
"You certainly can," replied Miss Annersley. "Whether you may is an entirely different matter."
Re: I can't believe I didn't think of this earlier!
Date: 2009-09-11 05:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-09-11 09:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-09-13 06:13 pm (UTC)Hell, I still can't embed the image: here (http://pics.livejournal.com/nineveh_uk/pic/0002y27s/g89)!
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Date: 2009-09-11 10:23 am (UTC)You needn't tell me why it almost never got posted - obviously you were afraid it would be too much for your readers, and indeed there was a suspcious rise in the suicide rate amongst Wimsey fans, following its appearance on ff.net
Have fun :-)
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Date: 2009-09-11 10:55 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-09-11 12:59 pm (UTC)Opening line(s):
Harriet Wimsey stared out over Audley Square from the window of Peter’s – what had been Peter’s study. Until only last year, Peter had still liked to sit in here, but as things worsened he had become oddly uneasy, and then distressed and anxious about the place, as if, Harriet thought it reminded him, somehow, of what he had lost. At last Harriet and the nurse had decided it was too much for him, and then there was one more locked room in the house. Her fingers toyed with the key in the top drawer of the desk. Lock. Open. Lock. The drawer slid out on silent runners and Harriet ran her hands over the smooth metal inside. She had done a great deal in life, one way or another, to regret, but nothing, surely, so dreadfully to be regretted as the hysterical fight in this room over the old service revolver, her own victory, and that look in Peter’s eyes, seen too late, when she had won.
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Final line:
Peter smiled, that old, swift sideways smile.
‘I do love you, Barbara,’ he said.
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Re. cutting room floors, whilst in the end I didn't miss anything out, some of the included scenes were the result of very difficult decisions. I had some serious qualms about the rape scene in particular. Obviously it is integral to the narrative, but I was still rather nervous about the reception, not to mention whether Id be up to scratch in writing something so graphic.
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Date: 2009-09-11 01:03 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-09-11 01:27 pm (UTC)I particularly loved the twist at the end when she decided to go ahead and jump since she realised how many people had led lesser lives thanks to her interference.
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Date: 2009-09-11 02:44 pm (UTC)(and then I noticed your icon and laughed still further)
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Date: 2009-09-13 06:30 pm (UTC)"Frankly, Mary-Lou, my coursework has been so good that I'll get my wings even if I fail this assignment. Even if that weren't the case, I'm not sure that my conscience could let you live. Go on, jump. There's no gym-slip belt to save you now."
I knew it would make enemies in some quarters, being such a change from my previous depictions of Mary-Lou as a force for good (see above). But there comes a point in every artistic journey when the artist has to confront her own creation and ask whether it really is the best she can do and explore away from her comfort zone.
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Date: 2009-09-11 03:42 pm (UTC)Of course, I do understand that it isn't technically canon, but I don't suppose Sayers ever read Twilight, and I think your version was better than canon anyway!
*runs away, pursued by mob of angry Sayers-fen.* This probably wasn't a good place to make that joke!
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Date: 2009-09-11 03:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-09-11 07:59 pm (UTC)Don't you mean the one where Harriet sparkles, and can't accept Peter's proposals because You Know What would happen if she ever gave way to him, but she loves watching him sleep in punts?
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Date: 2009-09-11 08:40 pm (UTC)Any Sayers-fans on this LJ can just learn to live with jokes.
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Date: 2009-09-11 10:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-09-14 06:03 pm (UTC)*
(The chessmen scene)
"But you needn't cry over that chest of drawers while I have a shoulder at your disposal, need you?"
"Oh Peter!"
He moved towards her and she stumbled into his arms. He clasped her hot, human body against his hard, cold nchest. Her scent rose into her nostrils, a mixture of Savlon and ink, and rushed into his lungs in an intoxicating cloud. He gasped, trying to keep control of his urgent need."
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