orpheus_samhain (orpheus_samhain) wrote in finish_a_thon, @ 2007-10-08 11:24:00 |
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Current mood: | drained |
Current music: | Ian Brown "Shadow of a Saint" |
Entry tags: | orpheus_samhain |
Introduction and Getting Started Meme
Name: orpheus_samhain
Fandom(s) you are working on for this fest: Harry Potter, Robin of Sherwood, folktales (is it even a fandom?)
Participation: writer and moodtheme-maker ;)
The one item from your list that you most want to complete: "From Him To Eternity" - three chapters
Items with a deadline other than this fest: "Ghosts" - 15-31 October
Most fun item on your list: RoS moodtheme :D
Item you are dreading the most/need the most encouragement on: "Vulgar Book" Ginny/Remus - it will be downright disturbing and I have two endings to it.
How do you start a project? I am trying to come up with a scene I find interesting and then I write my story around it. Sometimes this basic scene doesn't even make it into the final version.
In what conditions do you work best? Mornings or late at night, at my work *headdesk*, in the bus, on the bus-stop, in my bed. I scribble on whatever piece of paper I have available (mostly bills) but then I have to have it printed neatly because I stop seeing anything among my scribbles.
One thing that always inspires you to create: random situations, phrases
One general thing you would really like to improve on: finishing what I've started
Advice and/or questions regarding the creative process that you have for the other members of the community: How do you handle a situation when you feel that your inspiration/interest in certain story has died, yet you have no time to take a break from it (i.e. deadline)? If you don't have a regular beta at what stage of your fic progress do you start to seek one? How do you divide your time between fandom and RL?
A teaser from something you've got at least partially done:
Ginny blanked her thought like she had learned all those years back. She squared her shoulders and schooled her features into haughty and nasty expression to put off anybody who might want to mock or pity her. Only few more hours and she'd be lying on her bed, head pushed into her pillow, crying her heart out. A few more hours during which she would have to endure her stupid brother, ever-concerned Hermione and Harry. Indifferent, preoccupied Harry. She was strong enough to do this.
She turned right into the dark corridor. In the middle of it there was a window through which a wide stream of light was coming. In the flood of light she noticed a shape of a student leaning lazily against a stone sill, with his long legs stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankles. Ginny couldn't see his face, black shadow against all that brightness, but the outline of his body told her that he was watching her intently.
Why was the moron still here? All the students were gathered in the carriages. She expected him to speak to her and to avoid it she held her head even higher, stating clearly that she would not stoop so low.
He didn't speak, though, as she walked past him. Only his head turned with her movement. Good. Maybe he wasn't that stupid, after all.