chiralove (chiralove) wrote in finish_a_thon, @ 2007-10-02 08:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | lesyeuxverts |
Introduction and Getting Started Meme
Name: lesyeuxverts
Fandom(s) you are working on for this fest: HP
Participation: writer (for this fest), beta, mod, reader (when I have the time, sigh)
The one item from your list that you most want to complete: the priest!Snape story ... with no deadline, I'm worried that I'll neglect it and never finish it.
Items with a deadline other than this fest: slashnotsmut, holidaygen, and smut_swap
Most fun item on your list: priest!Snape, definitely
Item you are dreading the most/need the most encouragement on: all of the belated bday ficlets ... and there are so many of them ... *whimper*
How do you start a project? mmm, I work best with a vague idea of where I'm going but no concrete outline, and a killer first sentence. That last part doesn't happen nearly as often as I'd like.
In what conditions do you work best? word wars!
One thing that always inspires you to create: other than the sheer panic inspired by deadlines? umm ... no one specific thing, really. It's just a general writingly mood that I need to have.
One general thing you would really like to improve on: Plot, I'm very bad at writing plot.
Advice and/or questions regarding the creative process that you have for the other members of the community: Err ... anyone want to write something for me? I have bunnies! :D
No, seriously, I'd like advice on how other people manage to make deadlines, and how they juggle the work-life-fandom balance of things as they do so.
A teaser from something you've got at least partially done:
Harry wanders. He was left to life like an afterthought, a discard. He was not meant to have been – he has not been himself – he did not dream to live.
From Hogwarts to Grimmauld Place to The Burrow, he wanders and he finds nothing.
There are faces, half-familiar and half-forgotten. There are people who reach for him and do not touch him.
He is weighted down with forgotten death, unwanted life – he was meant to have died.