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I'm supposed to be working on four or five other things at the moment, but I could do with a bit of a challenge. Between Hellblazer: Hogwarts and Who Ya Gonna Owl? (which I will be working on this weekend), I've got two very large story arcs to hand. I've also got a novel that I started writing ages ago and have stalled on recently. I would like to write something small and interesting from an idea kicked to me from someone else... and this time I'm not going to ask you to write first. If you've been around for the first rounds, you know the drill. If not, this is a common writing exercise, inspired by cadhla and suitably adapted.
You can have fanfiction
Give me a character and one thing more -- a mood, a genre, a situation, an episode -- and I'll write you at least a drib right here in the comments. (A pairing and a situation are okay too, if you'd prefer. However, I am far more proficient at genfic.).
If you're on my friends list I suspect you already know what fandoms I can handle. Not taking any requests for people from Joss Whedon shows, as I never really watched them to begin with. If you're not sure, ask, and I'll see what I can do.
Unlikestakebait I am not proficient in poetry, so you're not gettin' any.
On the other hand, you're free to ask for original fiction.
Give me a genre (mystery, science fiction, porn, etc.) and a starting point, be it situation, character, dilemma, etc. And I will write you a dribble of original fiction -- most likely brand new, but possibly using a world or characters I've created in the past. I reserve the right to try to turn one of these into a real story and sell it, in the unlikely event that I'm attacked by inspiration.
Afterwards I'll do up a post or two with links to each comment, so people don't have to wade through the threads to find them.
cadhla and suitably adapted.You can have fanfiction
Give me a character and one thing more -- a mood, a genre, a situation, an episode -- and I'll write you at least a drib right here in the comments. (A pairing and a situation are okay too, if you'd prefer. However, I am far more proficient at genfic.).
If you're on my friends list I suspect you already know what fandoms I can handle. Not taking any requests for people from Joss Whedon shows, as I never really watched them to begin with. If you're not sure, ask, and I'll see what I can do.
Unlike
stakebait I am not proficient in poetry, so you're not gettin' any.On the other hand, you're free to ask for original fiction.
Give me a genre (mystery, science fiction, porn, etc.) and a starting point, be it situation, character, dilemma, etc. And I will write you a dribble of original fiction -- most likely brand new, but possibly using a world or characters I've created in the past. I reserve the right to try to turn one of these into a real story and sell it, in the unlikely event that I'm attacked by inspiration.
Afterwards I'll do up a post or two with links to each comment, so people don't have to wade through the threads to find them.
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Because I feel guilty I've not finished the current chapter yet...
Ray froze. He knew it was stupid, but he couldn’t help it. Peter didn't yell like that often. It took him too much effort to get that genuinely angry.
"I KNOW YOU'RE HIDING DOWN THERE, RAY! You got some 'splainin to do!"
"Uh- about what, Pete?" Ray called upwards. He tried to sound natural, casual. It didn't work, and he knew it.
"Don't try and play dumb with me! I know from dumb!" There was a shreee noise as Venkman slid down the pole, crumpled paper in hand. Before his feet even touched the floor, he said, "I thought we talked about this already."
"I- well, we did-"
"Uh-huh." Peter waved the paper at him. "What's this supposed to be, then? You left it in the bunkroom. I thought we made it clear that I'm the only one allowed to negotiate with TV producers around here. You guys make the mistake of assuming they're human."
"It's just a little bit of a side discussion," Ray started tentatively.
Peter snorted. "A little bit? Ray, did you even look at page two? It's a contract! We are this close to signing the most fabulous deal of our lives with HBO, and you go and get us tangled up in network television? Come on, Ray, I thought you were smarter than that!"
"We'd be reaching a wider audience-"
Peter pushed the heels of his hands against his eyes and groaned. "Ray," he said, not dropping his hands, "the contract is for a show running on a network. At four in the afternoon, in most markets. Do the words 'FCC oversight' mean anything to you? They're gonna shred us alive."
Ray winced, hanging his head. "I'm sorry, Pete. It just seemed like a better deal, and I thought I could- you know-"
"Couldn't you at least have involved a different network?"
The NBC Peacock winked up at the two men from the letterhead in Venkman's hand.
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