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Writing WIPs
So I suffer, like many writers, from shiny-shiny-syndrome. I get into a story and write about 6,000 words or so, then get distracted by something else. This leaves me with lots and lots of works in progress.
Cut for length...
Working Title: Immortality Sucks or Cursed Legion
Status: Simmering on the back burner
Young woman works as a florist in a nasty dictatorship, and to satisfy her need for excitement moonlights as a con artist with her female best friend. After a horrible accident they both get cursed with immortality - they can never die, no matter how much they get hurt - and sent to fight in the dictator's cursed army of murderers and criminals. Fighting against the system and wacky, horrible gore ensues.
Cesile had never been good at waiting. In the few long moments she was left standing on the porch, she managed to readjust a pearl-handled hairclip one time too many, spilling a black curl of hair down her cheek and to the shoulders.
Working Title: This Far, but no Further
Status: Waiting in the freezer indefinitely
Young man is a non-believer in a deeply religious culture that worships predicted deaths (it's how you get to heaven). After losing his family to the Rightful Death, he starts trying to bring the system down and becomes both reviled and revered.
I turned another page and studied an illustration of Alhae Mua and Zolhan Muo. Their blurred, indistinct faces smiled vacuously out at me, though I suspected that they were supposed to look arcane and benevolent. I squinted slightly, tilting my head, and the light-ghosts made them look demonic. Chasing me. Chasing my mother.
Working Title: The Resurrection Protocol
Status: Covered in frost and stuck to the back of the freezer from neglect
A colonised planet and its parent planet have been fighting for decades. Twenty-something years ago the parent planet used a terrible superweapon when crushing a rebellion; an after-effect of the weapon was transferring victims' souls/personalities/minds into then-current human embryos. Twenty-something years later, military cadets are starting to exhibit strange powers and quirks: their second personalities are waking up, and the old rebel general is among them. Fighting against the system ensues!
The twangy music on the radio made Cyrol feel faintly ill, but it hadn't been worth taking the time out of the experiments to go complain and ask them to install something easier on the ears. Now, despite the trouble they were all in, he felt a perverse pleasure when the music cut out entirely with a desperate wail as another sonic bomb detonated somewhere aboveground.
Working Title: DemonIncest Story
Status: Several different recipes attempted; none yet fruitful
Two brothers, having been raised by a gruff and quirky uncle after their parents died in a demon-related incident, try to have normal lives despite their strange upbringings. After they cross the line in their unhealthily close relationship they become estranged, but both of them are drawn into a supernatural plot that endangers the whole of Los Angeles.
Dominic took a deep breath. Playing the little brother card, Protect-me-Alex, made him want to double over and cry all over again but if it got Alex to listen he would say anything he needed to. Alex was a fucking pushover when it came to giving Dominic what he wanted. That was the problem, but at the very least Dominic could make it work for them.
Working Title: Fantasy Story
Status: Recipe indefinitely filed away and mostly forgotten
A brother-sister duo find out they are heirs to a magical legacy, and get drawn into a mysterious plot that endangers their whole country.
Mother had always described the city of Lodea as a thriving and wonderful place, but I thought it was dirty and unpleasant. There was a sickly odour hanging in the air and one week ago I would not have been able to identify it. It was the smell of burning people.
Working Title: Blue Blood
Status: Ingredients are in the fridge waiting for attention
Telepaths are second-class citizens, banished to live in the forests; a mother-of-two telepath is framed for as vicious murder and teams up with a committed police investigator to clear her name.
"You know what I mean," she said, because it was true. She had repeated to him, until her mouth grew numb and bored, of the importance of calm: peace even if it had to be forced, still waters showing no currents and the empty glare of the sun. Not the fierce, glimmering unpredictability of an anxious man's worries.
Working Title: Ahgendt or Blood of the City
Status: Just needs a little more seasoning and then it's ready for the table
An embittered ex-Military vampire hunter and an ambitious Military officer have to confront their shared past and work together to protect the stability of their city.
He brought back proper Andovian food from a painfully expensive restaurant as a celebration, enough funny-smelling fish in spicy sauce, grilled lamb skewers and rice for the three of them, because he'd taken out fourteen vampires without a scratch: if that wasn't cause for celebration then it was probably better to just lie down and die.
Working Title: Ahgendt Sequel or Heart of the City
Status: Onions and garlic chopped and browning nicely
A young man who crossed paths with vampires and hunters years ago has to juggle his family, his neighbourhood and various responsibilities in his steadily-destabilising city, and gets in way over his head.
In the morning Theo's head felt better, clearer, but his whole body ached with a fierce pain that left him almost breathless. It wasn't helped by his brother, who decided to wake him up by leaping on top of his back hard enough to snap a bedspring, yelling something about breakfast.
Cut for length...
Working Title: Immortality Sucks or Cursed Legion
Status: Simmering on the back burner
Young woman works as a florist in a nasty dictatorship, and to satisfy her need for excitement moonlights as a con artist with her female best friend. After a horrible accident they both get cursed with immortality - they can never die, no matter how much they get hurt - and sent to fight in the dictator's cursed army of murderers and criminals. Fighting against the system and wacky, horrible gore ensues.
Cesile had never been good at waiting. In the few long moments she was left standing on the porch, she managed to readjust a pearl-handled hairclip one time too many, spilling a black curl of hair down her cheek and to the shoulders.
Working Title: This Far, but no Further
Status: Waiting in the freezer indefinitely
Young man is a non-believer in a deeply religious culture that worships predicted deaths (it's how you get to heaven). After losing his family to the Rightful Death, he starts trying to bring the system down and becomes both reviled and revered.
I turned another page and studied an illustration of Alhae Mua and Zolhan Muo. Their blurred, indistinct faces smiled vacuously out at me, though I suspected that they were supposed to look arcane and benevolent. I squinted slightly, tilting my head, and the light-ghosts made them look demonic. Chasing me. Chasing my mother.
Working Title: The Resurrection Protocol
Status: Covered in frost and stuck to the back of the freezer from neglect
A colonised planet and its parent planet have been fighting for decades. Twenty-something years ago the parent planet used a terrible superweapon when crushing a rebellion; an after-effect of the weapon was transferring victims' souls/personalities/minds into then-current human embryos. Twenty-something years later, military cadets are starting to exhibit strange powers and quirks: their second personalities are waking up, and the old rebel general is among them. Fighting against the system ensues!
The twangy music on the radio made Cyrol feel faintly ill, but it hadn't been worth taking the time out of the experiments to go complain and ask them to install something easier on the ears. Now, despite the trouble they were all in, he felt a perverse pleasure when the music cut out entirely with a desperate wail as another sonic bomb detonated somewhere aboveground.
Working Title: Demon
Status: Several different recipes attempted; none yet fruitful
Two brothers, having been raised by a gruff and quirky uncle after their parents died in a demon-related incident, try to have normal lives despite their strange upbringings. After they cross the line in their unhealthily close relationship they become estranged, but both of them are drawn into a supernatural plot that endangers the whole of Los Angeles.
Dominic took a deep breath. Playing the little brother card, Protect-me-Alex, made him want to double over and cry all over again but if it got Alex to listen he would say anything he needed to. Alex was a fucking pushover when it came to giving Dominic what he wanted. That was the problem, but at the very least Dominic could make it work for them.
Working Title: Fantasy Story
Status: Recipe indefinitely filed away and mostly forgotten
A brother-sister duo find out they are heirs to a magical legacy, and get drawn into a mysterious plot that endangers their whole country.
Mother had always described the city of Lodea as a thriving and wonderful place, but I thought it was dirty and unpleasant. There was a sickly odour hanging in the air and one week ago I would not have been able to identify it. It was the smell of burning people.
Working Title: Blue Blood
Status: Ingredients are in the fridge waiting for attention
Telepaths are second-class citizens, banished to live in the forests; a mother-of-two telepath is framed for as vicious murder and teams up with a committed police investigator to clear her name.
"You know what I mean," she said, because it was true. She had repeated to him, until her mouth grew numb and bored, of the importance of calm: peace even if it had to be forced, still waters showing no currents and the empty glare of the sun. Not the fierce, glimmering unpredictability of an anxious man's worries.
Working Title: Ahgendt or Blood of the City
Status: Just needs a little more seasoning and then it's ready for the table
An embittered ex-Military vampire hunter and an ambitious Military officer have to confront their shared past and work together to protect the stability of their city.
He brought back proper Andovian food from a painfully expensive restaurant as a celebration, enough funny-smelling fish in spicy sauce, grilled lamb skewers and rice for the three of them, because he'd taken out fourteen vampires without a scratch: if that wasn't cause for celebration then it was probably better to just lie down and die.
Working Title: Ahgendt Sequel or Heart of the City
Status: Onions and garlic chopped and browning nicely
A young man who crossed paths with vampires and hunters years ago has to juggle his family, his neighbourhood and various responsibilities in his steadily-destabilising city, and gets in way over his head.
In the morning Theo's head felt better, clearer, but his whole body ached with a fierce pain that left him almost breathless. It wasn't helped by his brother, who decided to wake him up by leaping on top of his back hard enough to snap a bedspring, yelling something about breakfast.