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Jul. 19th, 2005
titles etc meme, gacked from basingstoke
Jul. 19th, 2005 10:58 pm1: Name your ten favourite titles from stories you've written (or, if you're not a writer, just name your ten favourite titles).
The majority of my titles are normally to be found as a line somewhere in the story.
Muscle and Bone and Feathers - Authority, sums up the physicality of it.
Sodding Celibate As It Is - AU QAF, the Priest!Vince fic. Sums up why he first started thinking about becoming one.
My Inner Wolf is *Not* Bloody Metaphorical - Werewolves. Roadtrip. Me getting utterly sick of all those 'state of being is a metaphor for pain of wildebeest blahblahblah'.
Black as a Lifestyle Choice - Faith and Wes in England. A musing on poseurs. Because angst is pretty much 'eh' and if you're going to be wearing black, it's better that it's about being sturdy, practical and not showing the dirt than 'oh, I'm so avant-garde'.
Elvis has Left the Building - Gunn and Wes got married in Vegas. Whilst drunk. Elvis very Vegas. Phrase sums up the 'wtf?'
To See Another Sunrise - Slayer of times past knowing the coming invasion's going to wipe out her village and her. Title's kind of wistful and a meditation on what you'll probably never get again.
The Dame Wore Red - The noir BtVS au. gacked from Frank Miller, because if he can do Raymond Chandler, I can do Raymond Chandler. And I was in my Raymond Chandler phrase when I wrote it.
Fight Club in Gotham - Bruce meets Clark. Bruce pretty much always struck me as being the Fight Club type, and that's the only way he could seriously explain all his injuries as a playboy.
Tea - Bran wanted tea, and the sheer mundanity of it amuses me.
Brecon - another DiR drabble. It pretty much sums it up. Nothing fucking well happens. As far as your eye can see, there are hills, sheep, bracken and the occasional pony. I like it.
ETA : now with explanations!
2: If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post exactly one sentence/paragraph/whatever from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favorite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion. Mention the title (and genre) if you like, but don't mention anything else -- this is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).
He knocks at the door discreetly, waiting for it to open. Simple rule; couple of minutes with no answer, open the door quietly and put them just inside, less of course they're up to something. However, the door's opened by Novello. "Yes?" Recognition kicks in. "Oh, hello. What can I do for you?"
The majority of my titles are normally to be found as a line somewhere in the story.
Muscle and Bone and Feathers - Authority, sums up the physicality of it.
Sodding Celibate As It Is - AU QAF, the Priest!Vince fic. Sums up why he first started thinking about becoming one.
My Inner Wolf is *Not* Bloody Metaphorical - Werewolves. Roadtrip. Me getting utterly sick of all those 'state of being is a metaphor for pain of wildebeest blahblahblah'.
Black as a Lifestyle Choice - Faith and Wes in England. A musing on poseurs. Because angst is pretty much 'eh' and if you're going to be wearing black, it's better that it's about being sturdy, practical and not showing the dirt than 'oh, I'm so avant-garde'.
Elvis has Left the Building - Gunn and Wes got married in Vegas. Whilst drunk. Elvis very Vegas. Phrase sums up the 'wtf?'
To See Another Sunrise - Slayer of times past knowing the coming invasion's going to wipe out her village and her. Title's kind of wistful and a meditation on what you'll probably never get again.
The Dame Wore Red - The noir BtVS au. gacked from Frank Miller, because if he can do Raymond Chandler, I can do Raymond Chandler. And I was in my Raymond Chandler phrase when I wrote it.
Fight Club in Gotham - Bruce meets Clark. Bruce pretty much always struck me as being the Fight Club type, and that's the only way he could seriously explain all his injuries as a playboy.
Tea - Bran wanted tea, and the sheer mundanity of it amuses me.
Brecon - another DiR drabble. It pretty much sums it up. Nothing fucking well happens. As far as your eye can see, there are hills, sheep, bracken and the occasional pony. I like it.
ETA : now with explanations!
2: If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post exactly one sentence/paragraph/whatever from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favorite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion. Mention the title (and genre) if you like, but don't mention anything else -- this is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).
He knocks at the door discreetly, waiting for it to open. Simple rule; couple of minutes with no answer, open the door quietly and put them just inside, less of course they're up to something. However, the door's opened by Novello. "Yes?" Recognition kicks in. "Oh, hello. What can I do for you?"
