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jlhWow. I don't think I've ever whined about anything and gotten any satisfaction.
Oh, by the way: I HATE YAHOO. If you want to know why, simply look at the Y!M site, and see my list of emoticons. Because, friends and neighbors, I am on a mac, a gorgeous ibook. and that means I am on Y!M v. 2.0. No environments, no endless emoticons, no nothing. grr.
So yesterday I did really a lot of writing aside from all that whining. Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fiatincantatum and eccentricfemme, I had a breakthrough on ch 13 of EWFS, and the thing is nearly written. Hurrah! Now, I know you are probably thinking, "Jen, where is ch 8?" Well, it needed some help with the summary, and I sort of took my eye off the ball with the birthday and all. Sending it in anon. I also got ch 10 back from one of my betas, and it may or may not need extensive work in its tone. We'll see.
In the middle of all of that, I was the most complete t00b I have been thus far. I actually had an epiphany about someone else's fic and proceeded to yammer all about it to them. To their credit, they were very nice and patient about my crazy parallel with Huck Finn and buddy pictures. (If you're actually curious, and I have no idea why you would be, I'll yammer at you, as well.)
So, here's a cookie from ch 13, the very end of the chapter, actually. It's very very rough--lucky you, you get to see what things look like when they come out of my head. Anyway, it's set after a ball.
Neville, Ron and Harry, exhausted from hours of dancing (and otherwise), dragged themselves up to their dorm room. After a few minutes of fiddling, they got the door unlocked and removed the silencing charm.
There, in Seamus’ bed in the center of the room, were their other two roommates, curled around each other under the covers and fast asleep.
“I suppose this is what we have to look forward to,” Neville said.
“They might have closed the curtains,” Harry said.
“That would have been the polite thing to do,” Ron agreed.
“Just be glad they didn’t leave anything lying around,” Neville said.
“Thanks for that mental image, Neville,” Harry said.
“We cleaned up after ourselves, and could you please be quiet?” Dean asked sleepily.
“Yeah, we’re trying to sleep!” said Seamus.
“You didn’t take the charm off the door, though, did you?” Ron said.
“Or close your curtains,” said Neville.
Harry said, “In the morning, we’ll have a chat and set up some rules, eh?”
“Fine,” said Seamus, and sat up to close the curtains.
As the other three boys walked to the bathroom, Neville said, “I wonder if we can rent out that extra bed.” .
“Nah,” said Ron. “We couldn’t get any takers for yours.”
“I’m not gone that often,” Neville said.
“Yes you are” Harry and Ron said in unison.
“Go to bed,” Dean said firmly from behind the curtain.
Ron shook his head. “You’d think he’d be in a better mood now that he’s getting some.”
“Why?” Harry asked. “You aren’t.”
Off to beta for Miss Cora . . .
Oh, right, work. Gotta go to work. Dang.
Oh, by the way: I HATE YAHOO. If you want to know why, simply look at the Y!M site, and see my list of emoticons. Because, friends and neighbors, I am on a mac, a gorgeous ibook. and that means I am on Y!M v. 2.0. No environments, no endless emoticons, no nothing. grr.
So yesterday I did really a lot of writing aside from all that whining. Thanks to
fiatincantatum and eccentricfemme, I had a breakthrough on ch 13 of EWFS, and the thing is nearly written. Hurrah! Now, I know you are probably thinking, "Jen, where is ch 8?" Well, it needed some help with the summary, and I sort of took my eye off the ball with the birthday and all. Sending it in anon. I also got ch 10 back from one of my betas, and it may or may not need extensive work in its tone. We'll see.In the middle of all of that, I was the most complete t00b I have been thus far. I actually had an epiphany about someone else's fic and proceeded to yammer all about it to them. To their credit, they were very nice and patient about my crazy parallel with Huck Finn and buddy pictures. (If you're actually curious, and I have no idea why you would be, I'll yammer at you, as well.)
So, here's a cookie from ch 13, the very end of the chapter, actually. It's very very rough--lucky you, you get to see what things look like when they come out of my head. Anyway, it's set after a ball.
Neville, Ron and Harry, exhausted from hours of dancing (and otherwise), dragged themselves up to their dorm room. After a few minutes of fiddling, they got the door unlocked and removed the silencing charm.
There, in Seamus’ bed in the center of the room, were their other two roommates, curled around each other under the covers and fast asleep.
“I suppose this is what we have to look forward to,” Neville said.
“They might have closed the curtains,” Harry said.
“That would have been the polite thing to do,” Ron agreed.
“Just be glad they didn’t leave anything lying around,” Neville said.
“Thanks for that mental image, Neville,” Harry said.
“We cleaned up after ourselves, and could you please be quiet?” Dean asked sleepily.
“Yeah, we’re trying to sleep!” said Seamus.
“You didn’t take the charm off the door, though, did you?” Ron said.
“Or close your curtains,” said Neville.
Harry said, “In the morning, we’ll have a chat and set up some rules, eh?”
“Fine,” said Seamus, and sat up to close the curtains.
As the other three boys walked to the bathroom, Neville said, “I wonder if we can rent out that extra bed.” .
“Nah,” said Ron. “We couldn’t get any takers for yours.”
“I’m not gone that often,” Neville said.
“Yes you are” Harry and Ron said in unison.
“Go to bed,” Dean said firmly from behind the curtain.
Ron shook his head. “You’d think he’d be in a better mood now that he’s getting some.”
“Why?” Harry asked. “You aren’t.”
Off to beta for Miss Cora . . .
Oh, right, work. Gotta go to work. Dang.
