26 Jun 2011

EXHAUSTED

26 Jun 2011 01:55 am
jennickels: (a: oregon)
Ugh.  I hate when I slack off for a couple days than try and catch up in one.  You think I would learn by now.  But, alas, I have not.

stuff about my real life that has almost nothing to do with fanfic--you have been warned )

I'm hoping to finish typing up two stories I have finished and finish the two I started for the 10 minute challenge.  I doubt I get to it all if my brother shows up.

I need to go to bed.  I can't stop yawning now.  I hate to go now and wake my husband up an hour before he has to get up but I'm so freaking tired.
jennickels: (sg1: hold me)
9 – Pairings – For each of the fandoms from day two, what are your three favorite pairings to write?

THREE from each fandom?!?  I'm sure I don't have three each.  I'm mostly a one ship kind of gal.  I like other couples in a supporting cast kind of way usually but don't actively ship them or write for them unless their relationship is in the background of another story.

That 70s Show: Definitely Jackie/Hyde.  I always liked Donna/Eric but I didn't really start shipping for the show until they hooked up Jack and Hyde.  Which is why season 8 sucked so bad.

Firefly/Serenity
: When I write Firefly fic it's Mal/Inara.  They are so clueless and obvious.  Although I never wrote them I'd probably do a Jayne/Kaylee fic.  I liked Kaylee and Simon together on the show but got the undertones of Jayne's over-protectiveness but complete idiocy when around Kaylee.

Angel: Angel/Cordy.  I only wrote the one story (still unfinished) but it was all about Angel and Cordy and DRAMA and lots and lots of angst.  I never really shipped anyone else on the show.  Maybe Wes/Fred.  She seemed to fit better with him but I don't think I could write them.  I'll stick with Angel and Cordy.

Stargate SG-1
:  Obviously Sam/Jack.  Doesn't take much before you start seeing them together in my fics.  Although, thanks to much encouragement from friends, I've branched out to Daniel/Vala fics, too.  I did write a Daniel/Sha're fic which was completely unintentional. I doubt I ever do one again but it turned out pretty good.  A little bitter-sweet, though.  I have one unfinished story that hints at Jack/Sara post divorce.  I haven't actually written the scene yet but there's one where they get a little physical with all of their pent up emotions getting the best of them.  I like to believe there are still a few underlying feelings there that neither would want to get rid of but tend to just ignore most of the time.  In the story Sam walks in, though, and Sara tells Jack to go after her because it's obvious where his true feelings are.  I think I might try writing some pre-divorce Jack/Sara stuff.

Millers Kill Mysteries: Easy--Russ/Clare.  It's the reason I rushed through all seven books in a matter of 2 weeks while suffering from the flu and possible pneumonia.  But I also like Knox/Flynn and found myself wanting to see them more although I haven't actually gotten around to writing them.  I think I probably will in the future, though.

My all time favorite to write, though, is definitely Jack/Sam.



the rest of the days )
jennickels: (fanfic: 6 sentences)
~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.~*~

Finished:
(from Distraction from the Dark--not published yet)
There are a lot of things that Jack O'Neill dreads: facing a platoon of heavily armed Jaffa after running out of ammunition, listening to pompous, over-dressed snakeheads blather on about how great they are; listening to pompous, over-dressed politicians blather on about how great they think they are. Long, boring meetings; mountains of paperwork; crappy movies; attempted alien incursions; dealing with brainiacs; warm beer... they all top his list.

But this day in late June, more than any other, keeps him in the dark. Metaphorically and physically. Jack rolls onto his stomach and covers his head with the pillow. He can't really breath that way but, at the moment, doesn't particularly care.
 
(from Downtime--not published yet)
The early morning sun begins to filter through the closed blinds giving the room a muted, surreal look. Cam blinks the sleep from his eyes, momentarily confused. Something isn't right. Around him the room is still and quiet. Too quiet. With a groan he pushes up to sitting, dangling his legs over the edge, and rubs at his face.

(from Home She Came--not published yet)
The Army has never been that great with paperwork. So it didn't particularly surprise Russ that the final word came so late. It took three week for them to get word to the next of kin. And the next of kin didn't think to inform her "family" for another two weeks.

St. Alban's Church was packed to the rafters—standing room only. They brought in extra seats and set them up with care in front of the very first pew and down the aisles, making sure to leave enough space to satisfy the Fire Chief.
"Carter, watch your hands."

"Sorry, sir; I can't see."

"Well, neither can I but you don't see me putting my hands-"

"I said I was sorry."

"I know, Carter. Hold on a second."
The cave was cold and damp. Like just about every other cave Daniel found himself in over his lifetime. Which was a surprisingly high amount. Next to him Vala mumbled under her breath and pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her jacket around them. Her hair was plastered to her face, rain dripping from the tip of her nose onto her mud caked pants. She wiped absently at a strand of loose hair until Daniel reached over to push it behind her ear, startling her.


In Progress:
(from Camp Out)
Metal and fiberglass poles snap into place with a quiet clinking then slip through their sleeves whispering into the dusk. Sarah giggles from her spot on the lawn chair as she reaches high over her head.

"Hold it steady," Tucker grumbles. He's outside trying to get the poles to slip into their slots. It's not as easy as it looks. Or so he tells Sarah.

 
(from Another Day, Another Dollar (or not))
Another deal gone horribly awry, Mal thinks as he hunkers down behind an outcropping of rocks. Below him in the canyon the local law searches every house and crevice they can find. Too bad their lookin' on the wrong side of town. Up in the hills the folk are simpler, not too in love with the city dwellers who tend to look down their noses at anyone without shoes. Mal glances at his companion--a twenty-something kid in tattered coat and dirty feet. He smiles broadly, several teeth missing, and gestures with his head. Mal follows him away from the ridge back into the trees.
jennickels: (a: millerskill)
Home She Came
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Millers Kill Mysteries
Russ/Clare
333 words
rating: PG-13
WARNINGS: major character death


She promised to come home. And she did, just not the way anyone expected. AU before One Was a Soldier.

don't own... wish I did, but I don't. No infringement intended.

I'm glad this isn't how things turned out )

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