Fandom Snowflake Challenge Days 8 and 9
Jan. 9th, 2013 09:21 pmCombining the last couple because I didn't get a chance to post yesterday...
Day 8
In your own space, talk about setting yourself a fannish goal. Big or small, it doesn't matter. Some examples: complete a bingo, sign up for a Big Bang, write that fic you've been thinking about for years, podfic that story that you love, make a fanmix for your fandom, post that bit of meta or reclist you keep putting off. Maybe resolve to be better at leaving feedback or answering comments. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.
I should leave more feedback. I love getting feedback and it's something I can give in return.
I tend to be a 'one fandom at a time' kind of writer. Characters move into my head and don't leave 'til I'm done with them. I'd like to able to expand a little, dip my toes into other fandoms. I just need to be a little braver and maybe have someone with a big stick poking me *g*
And on the subject of being braver - I'd love to sign up for a Big Bang. I've written fics before that are long enough to qualify, even got to the point of loading up a sign up comment and always back down. I want to at least try this year. (See person and big stick...)
Day 9
On Day 4 I promised a fic - Hook/Aurora (Once Upon a Time) A fandom I've never written in before - A drabble popped into my head and then![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
johngreen and I have thrown some stuff around in comments and now I have more brewing. So, for now I'll leave the drabble for today's challenge. I'll post the longer fic and link when it's up.
There’s no pain, there should be pain, his hand is in her chest, his fingers closing tight around her heart. Instead light and warmth surrounds her, carries her. She feels safe, as if in a bubble. She doesn’t think about Phillip, doesn’t remember Mulan, or the compass; only him.
He holds her close, his arm across her back, his nose pressed to her cheek as he lays her gently to the ground, whispers sorry as he steps back.
She sleeps. There’s no flaming room, no noise or heat, just peace. She could say love if she remembered.
She’s Cora’s now.
Day 8
In your own space, talk about setting yourself a fannish goal. Big or small, it doesn't matter. Some examples: complete a bingo, sign up for a Big Bang, write that fic you've been thinking about for years, podfic that story that you love, make a fanmix for your fandom, post that bit of meta or reclist you keep putting off. Maybe resolve to be better at leaving feedback or answering comments. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.
I should leave more feedback. I love getting feedback and it's something I can give in return.
I tend to be a 'one fandom at a time' kind of writer. Characters move into my head and don't leave 'til I'm done with them. I'd like to able to expand a little, dip my toes into other fandoms. I just need to be a little braver and maybe have someone with a big stick poking me *g*
And on the subject of being braver - I'd love to sign up for a Big Bang. I've written fics before that are long enough to qualify, even got to the point of loading up a sign up comment and always back down. I want to at least try this year. (See person and big stick...)
Day 9
On Day 4 I promised a fic - Hook/Aurora (Once Upon a Time) A fandom I've never written in before - A drabble popped into my head and then
johngreen and I have thrown some stuff around in comments and now I have more brewing. So, for now I'll leave the drabble for today's challenge. I'll post the longer fic and link when it's up.There’s no pain, there should be pain, his hand is in her chest, his fingers closing tight around her heart. Instead light and warmth surrounds her, carries her. She feels safe, as if in a bubble. She doesn’t think about Phillip, doesn’t remember Mulan, or the compass; only him.
He holds her close, his arm across her back, his nose pressed to her cheek as he lays her gently to the ground, whispers sorry as he steps back.
She sleeps. There’s no flaming room, no noise or heat, just peace. She could say love if she remembered.
She’s Cora’s now.
