Introduction and Getting Started Meme Name: Lithium (Or Padme if you wish) Fandom(s) you are working on for this fest: Dark Angel, Supernatural, Original Characters Participation: Writer/Artist
The one item from your list that you most want to complete: It's actually a tie between my fanfic100 tables and my nano outline Items with a deadline other than this fest: My nano outline: Oct 31 Most fun item on your list: organize and put up headers for my journals. Item you are dreading the most/need the most encouragement on: My fanfic100 stuff and my nano outline. *shudders* NaNo scares me.
How do you start a project? I personally get the idea in my head and then just start writing it, I don't put much thought into it when it comes to fanfic100 and such and prompts because I KNOW something will come from it if I just let it flow. Unfortunately, NaNo doesn't happen that way. In what conditions do you work best? In my room, with my winamp and multi-tasking RPing and such with my friends on messengers. One thing that always inspires you to create: Music. One general thing you would really like to improve on: My fear of not completing things. Advice and/or questions regarding the creative process that you have for the other members of the community: I really honestly only have one thing to say. Work your hardest but don't stress yourself out. Just go with it, get done what you can.
A teaser from something you've got at least partially done: He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. There was one thing he couldn't stand Rachel Berrisford doing. Well two things. He couldn't stand to see her pout or frown and he couldn't stand to see her cry. She leaned against him and wrapped her arms around his waist, careful of the coffee because she didn't want to spill it all over him.
That was when he went into the big thing about who he really was, why he was sent there and what he had to do. He did tell her that he warned her. That she ran out to the car and got her father out right before it happened. He didn't look at her face though as the story unfolded. She didn't remember any of it. Just remembered the piano lessons and that her father had told her that Simon was dead. She stepped back from him and just looked at him. There were no words, only the hurt registered on her face. That in itself was enough to hurt him.
No, he stood corrected. What hurt him the most was the slap across the face and the feel of the burning hot liquid on his face. She actually threw her coffee on him. And hit him. He deserved it though. He knew that. He wasn't asking for forgiveness, he knew that was something he had no right in asking. He didn't even try defending himself when she balled those small hands up and started wailing on him left and right. It was going to bruise right by his eye.
The hardest thing for Alec Mcdowell that night was watching her walk away from him. He had to watch the woman he loved turn her back on him and walk off into the rained on streets of Seattle. It was something he couldn't handle, that he didn't think he wanted to handle. He wanted to run after her, but he found his feet weren't walking. He did have a stinge of hope though when she stopped and turned around.