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Writing Meme! Snagged from tumblr - let's do this!

FIRST — the first two sentences of my current project

LAST — the most recently written two sentences of my current project

NEXT — the next line. meaning i will finish the sentence I’m on and write a new one, which you’ll get.

[insert prompt here] — you post a prompt, and i’ll write three sentences based on that prompt, set in the same time/setting as my current project

THE END — i’ll make up an ending, or post the ending if i’ve written it

BEFORE THE BEGINNING — three sentences (or more) about something that happened before the plot of my current project

POV — something that’s already happened, retold from another character’s perspective




In other news, I woke up this morning in a panic, checked my clock and saw that it was 6:48am. I threw off the covers, grabbed my bath stuff, ran down the stairs, frantically turned on the bath (because the shower is broken), dashed downstairs, feeling HORRIBLE because I didn't call my mother the night before, because I ALWAYS call my mom on Sunday nights, and my husband (who was already up) looks at me very concerned.

Him: What's wrong?
Me: I didn't set my alarm. I have to take a bath in only ten minutes. And I didn't call mom last night!
Him: ...it's Sunday.
Me: No, it isn't.
Him: ...yes, it is. *shows me the date on his computer*
Me: ...
Me: ...
Me: Jesus effing Christ.
Him: Go back to sleep.
Me: Yep. I'll just turn off the tap in the bathtub.

And now I feel weird and panicky. Argh. Happy Sunday?

Date: 2016-01-17 07:10 pm (UTC)
wendelah1: (Default)
From: [personal profile] wendelah1
That's the real life version of the dream where you forget to go to one of your final exams? But you didn't miss a thing. It's all good.

I wouldn't even try to take a full bath if I only had ten minutes. It would take longer than that to fill the tub. LOL.

So...you're wanting us all to do the writing meme? I have five WIP stories open in tabs right now. You want brief descriptions so you can pick? Roll the dice?

Date: 2016-01-17 11:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hiddencait.livejournal.com
I vote Next! Make you write the next sentence ;)

And gah I can't tell you how many times I've done that. My sense of dates/days of the week is majorly disabled lol

Date: 2016-01-18 07:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] seren-ccd.livejournal.com
Yesterday was weird!

And here you go:

“And your eyes are the bluest eyes I think I’ve ever seen,” she said staring up at them.

He stared down at her and Nora had the strangest sensation slip over her. It had been so long since she’d felt so…studied and found…well, certainly not wanting if the intensity of his gaze was anything to go by.

Not that there was any point to anything because he was, as had been said before, a ghost.

Nora looked away first.

Date: 2016-01-19 02:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hiddencait.livejournal.com
*chin hands* Man I heart these two so much!

Date: 2016-01-20 01:27 pm (UTC)
lullabymoon: (teacup)
From: [personal profile] lullabymoon
EEE! :D

Date: 2016-01-20 01:28 pm (UTC)
lullabymoon: (teacup)
From: [personal profile] lullabymoon
Ugh, I hate when that happens. At least you didn't get too far before your husband pointed it out?

If it's not too late, next. :D

Date: 2016-01-21 04:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] seren-ccd.livejournal.com
It was a weird Sunday. ;D

And here's a little snippet from another writing project I'm working on: The Baker and the Bounty Hunter. The cast in my head is made up of DJ Cotrona and Norah Jones (the singer).

“You know the thing they never mention about doing bad things in all the morality plays and fables?” he asked.

“What?” she asked uneasily.

“The fact that it’s so easy,” he said stepping in close and meeting her eyes as her head tilted back. “It’s the easiest thing in the world to do and before you know it? You’re in over your head with no way out.”

She looked up at him and Cage was suddenly aware of just how close she was and how warm the kitchen was and that it smelled like blueberry muffins and god damn it, talk about over your head -this was one dangerous woman and she hadn’t even touched him.

He stepped back. “I’m just saying. That wasn’t just some guy asking for – what the hell was he asking for anyways?”

“Macarons,” she said smiling a little. “They’re little pastries made out of egg whites and jam. Very light and sweet.” She frowned. “And a devil to make, actually. I almost wish you were right and that he wants something other than macarons.” Her eyes darted back up to his. “Not that you areright. This is a bakery, Mr. Standish. Not a den of iniquity.”

When she pulled out a tray of perfectly baked blueberry muffins, he wondered if she was right about that.

Date: 2016-02-08 04:34 pm (UTC)
lullabymoon: (teacup)
From: [personal profile] lullabymoon
Late comment is extremely late but,

EEEEE!!! That is utterly adorable!!!! :DDDD

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