sirenprincess (sirenprincess) wrote in finish_a_thon, @ 2007-10-04 10:04:00 |
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Introduction and Getting Started Meme
Name: SirenPrincess
Fandom(s) you are working on for this fest: Harry Potter and Sims 2
Participation: Writer
The one item from your list that you most want to complete: Draco's Protector. I've been working on this fic since 2005, and I really want to finish it.
Items with a deadline other than this fest: Birthday fics must be completed this month. Drabble community deadlines are weekly.
Most fun item on your list: My Sims blog
Item you are dreading the most/need the most encouragement on: Draco's Protector, because it is the most overwhelming to me.
How do you start a project? I see all of my fics as little movies in my head first, then I try to put it into words in my head, then I sit and write it.
In what conditions do you work best? Every other Thursday I have the day off and my husband is at work, so I have a quiet house all to myself. I need it quiet with no distractions, which is otherwise hard to accomplish.
One thing that always inspires you to create: Listening to the Harry Potter books on audio CD. There's always some small detail that I never thought of before that inspires something in me. Also, listening to JKR's style seems to improve my writing style.
One general thing you would really like to improve on: Planning out a story outline before I begin writing. I have a tendency to write myself into a corner.
Advice and/or questions regarding the creative process that you have for the other members of the community: For you wonderful people that are able to outline your fics, how do you do it? My mind always seems to jump into the details and writing. I can't force it to think big picture. If I think about an ending, I start thinking out the details of it, and then I have trouble going back to the beginning. Any advice?
A teaser from something you've got at least partially done:
The shock of something painfully cold on his forehead brought him out of the fog. A gentle hand was on his shoulder and then there was more coldness on his back.
“Shhh, child, just a dream,” a feminine voice explained.
Draco started as he realized it was McGonagall standing over him and placing cold packs around his feverish body. “Where’s Severus?” Draco amazingly had the presence of mind to ask.
“He’s brewing more of the antidote in the basement. Your mother found a small amount, which we gave you about 15 minutes ago, but not enough to cure you. She did find Lucius’ stash of ingredients, though. Severus asked me to look over you while he and Madam Pomfrey prepare the potion to cure you,” she explained.
Even through his delirium, he couldn’t stop the wave of shame that overcame him. It had only been a dream, but he had obviously been tossing and talking in his sleep. How much had he actually said aloud? Had he really yelled out “please not the cane?” Panic overtook Draco again. She already knew his secret, and he was sure he had revealed enough that she would guess the nature of his dreams. He had managed to embarrass himself and his family yet again.
“Shhh, Draco, calm down. It’s all right. You’re all right, child,” she soothed as she wiped a damp cloth across the beads of sweat on his forehead. “Shhh, you need to calm down. You’re hyperventilating yourself, Draco. Calm down, you’re safe. You’re all right.”
She tried to comfort him by rubbing her hand gently along his shoulder, but Draco panicked further at the touch. He couldn’t accept comfort from one of his father’s enemies. He knew he shouldn’t let her help him at all. His whole body began to tremble when she tried to caress his cheek. “S-S-Severus . . . please?” he begged.
“Okay, Draco, I’ll go get him,” she finally conceded and left him in his feverish fit alone in the room.
The house was suddenly filled with the sound of pounding footsteps as Severus raced up the stairs to Draco’s room. Draco practically began convulsing when he saw the upset look on Severus’ face. He shouldn’t have disturbed his important potion making over something as stupid as a dream. “Godfather . . .” Draco whispered the only thing he could think to say.
“Shhh, Draco.” Severus rushed to his side and knelt by his bed. “I’m right here. I didn’t leave you. I was just downstairs working on the potion for you. I wouldn’t leave you.”
“I’m sorry I interrupted the potion,” Draco cried as tears sprang to his eyes. Every choice he made, he did something wrong. It was childish and stupid to demand that Severus come hold him when he was working on making the antidote to cure him. How could he explain that Professor McGonagall’s attempts to calm him had only panicked him more? But, he couldn’t imagine letting Severus go back to the potion, leaving him with her again. “I . . . I need you,” he whispered as he leaned into Severus’ arms.
In an instant Draco was lifted up into Severus’ arms. His godfather carried him toward the doorway where McGonagall stood. “Severus, the boy isn’t well enough to be out of bed!”
“Then I suggest you conjure a mattress in the basement,” Severus said coldly. “He needs me.”
Draco gave up the fight for consciousness as Severus carried him to the basement where he was brewing the potion. As long as Severus had him, Draco knew he would be okay.