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The Year in Fic meme
I did this last year, and so it seems to be a tradition, or something. I'm actually a little sad to see how little I wrote, billions of pages of teh crack aside. All King Arthur fic. I really need to get back into the Greek mythology. Maybe I should reread the Iliad again . . . .
The first line of the first fic posted each month this year:
January. Words Unspoken:
Arthur was nearly asleep when he felt Lancelot lay down beside him.
February. Half Awake:
Lancelot woke with a start, unsure of where he was.
March. Untitled Resurrection ficlet:
Lancelot was watching Arthur and not bothering to hide it.
April. First Impressions (drabble):
They’d had so many commanders that Bors joked it was pointless to learn names: "Call’em sir to their faces; bastards to their backs."
May. In Twilight’s Kingdom:
Lancelot stood on a wide plain, listening to the wind moving through the swaying sea of grass.
June. None, except some Resurrection question memes. The first one of the month began:
The first time Lancelot drank coffee, everyone was very sorry (except him).
July. Prelude:
Arthur sat slumped in a dark corner of the tavern, as indifferent to the soldiers carousing around him as they were to him.
August. The Coming of Spring (drabble):
They watch for them.
September. None
October. None
November. None
December. Rumors of War (see, I was working on something!):
The trip back from Eboracum passed as a gray haze, punctured by occasional small flares of dread at the sight of each landmark signaling their progress toward Badon Hill.
Not quite as exciting as I would have liked, but it’s certainly too late to change it. May next year bring more time and inspiration for fun with words.
The first line of the first fic posted each month this year:
January. Words Unspoken:
Arthur was nearly asleep when he felt Lancelot lay down beside him.
February. Half Awake:
Lancelot woke with a start, unsure of where he was.
March. Untitled Resurrection ficlet:
Lancelot was watching Arthur and not bothering to hide it.
April. First Impressions (drabble):
They’d had so many commanders that Bors joked it was pointless to learn names: "Call’em sir to their faces; bastards to their backs."
May. In Twilight’s Kingdom:
Lancelot stood on a wide plain, listening to the wind moving through the swaying sea of grass.
June. None, except some Resurrection question memes. The first one of the month began:
The first time Lancelot drank coffee, everyone was very sorry (except him).
July. Prelude:
Arthur sat slumped in a dark corner of the tavern, as indifferent to the soldiers carousing around him as they were to him.
August. The Coming of Spring (drabble):
They watch for them.
September. None
October. None
November. None
December. Rumors of War (see, I was working on something!):
The trip back from Eboracum passed as a gray haze, punctured by occasional small flares of dread at the sight of each landmark signaling their progress toward Badon Hill.
Not quite as exciting as I would have liked, but it’s certainly too late to change it. May next year bring more time and inspiration for fun with words.
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You had a pretty productive year considering all the projects and drama you had to deal with.
Those first lines are definitely catchy openings! Do you consciously work on the first lines or do they evolve in the editing process?
*Hugs ya*
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I'll phone you closer to the 4th to see if you'll be up to going to the box office for R'nR that evening. I don't think we should have a problem to get two tickets the evening of the performance. I hope. ;p
Seeing a matinee of Sweeney Todd at Loews on Broadway and 68th at 10am tomorrow, if you're interested (running errands on the West Side).
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You certainly have a way with mythology and especially Arthur and Lancelot. Your Resurrection series is outstanding!
Thanks for the walk down Memory Lane. May 2008 be a wonderfully creative year for you.
Cheers!!
Shelley
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