suemonroe (suemonroe) wrote in finish_a_thon, @ 2007-10-02 01:10:00 |
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Introduction and Getting Started Meme
Name: Sue Monroe
Fandom(s) you are working on for this fest: Harry Potter
Participation: Writer
The one item from your list that you most want to complete: snape_after_dh. The deadline is looming awefully close.
Items with a deadline other than this fest: ummm... all of them, yikes.
Most fun item on your list: So far? santas_lap
Item you are dreading the most/need the most encouragement on: Right now the snape_after_dh
How do you start a project? I print the prompt, sit down with a notebook and simply write whatever ideas come to mind. Then I go back and organize it into some semblense of a plot and go from there.
In what conditions do you work best? Whenever the kids are reasonably quiet. Music helps, I have two playlists especially for writing. Often chatting on the IM as well seems to help for some reason.
One thing that always inspires you to create: Well, one thing that helps is I look over my favorite pics of the characters I'm writing.
One general thing you would really like to improve on: Productivity. Often, even when I have the time, I can't seem to force myself to be productive, I end up goofing off instead.
Advice and/or questions regarding the creative process that you have for the other members of the community: Never give up.
A teaser from something you've got at least partially done: Yeah, from the one I've whined about.
Deep in the bowls of the Ministry of Magic, Severus Snape sat in a six by ten cell, cursing. He cursed the Aurors in general, and more specifically the lack-wits that had apprehended him. He hadn’t resisted them when they burst into his small flat. But that hadn’t stopped the cretins from placing him in a body-bind and then proceeding to bang him against every wall between his home in Swansea, Wales and London. The Floo trip had been particularly horrid.
And that damn avian menace. What the creature thought he was doing, Severus would never know. Instead of doing something useful, like help Severus escape, the idiot bird had flown at the Aurors and tried to peck their eyes out. Not only am I facing Azkaban, but I’m worried about that stupid bird, Severus thought sourly. “Bird’s probably a fucking Gryffindor too,” he spat bitterly.
So lost in his increasingly morose thoughts, Severus missed his cell door opening. “Is that anyway to talk about your champion?” a voice asked from behind him.
Severus leapt to his feet, his hand going instinctively to his pocket, even though they’d confiscated his wand. Cursing his situation again, Severus looked up to the amused face of Kingsley Shacklebolt.
“Nice to see you didn’t let your reflexes get rusty,” Shacklebolt drawled.
Severus glared down his nose, and pointedly turned his back on the Auror. Kingsley simply continued as if he hadn’t noticed Severus’ snub. “We were a bit worried you’d gone soft stuck in a Muggle town for so long.”
Despite his intentions, Severus tilted his head. It sounded as if someone had known his hiding place. Severus waited for Shacklebolt to continue. So far the other man didn’t seem angry or inclined to hex him, and that piqued Severus’ curiosity. Wasn’t he hated and reviled?
“We feed them false leads as long as we could,” Kingsley continued quietly. “But we always knew they’d find you in the long run.” Coming around until he could see Severus’ face, Kingsley added fervently, “I promise you this, they will not hold you for long. Harry will see to it.”
At this Severus sneered and spoke at last. “I shan’t hold my breath waiting for Potter to defend me,” he spat.
Shacklebolt chuckled knowingly and patted Severus on the shoulder. “A lot has changed, my old friend, and Harry is the only one who knows the full story. He’s your only hope.”
“Then I am damned,” Severus hissed. “Harry Potter will never come to my aid.”