Another writing meme because why not
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This has been floating all around the flist (and can I just say how awesome it is to have an active flist again *g*)
Put a number in the comments and I’ll answer accordingly.
The mission for those of us who answer the questions, should we accept it, is to stay positive about our writing and ourselves, but to also be fair about our shortcomings.
1. Of the fic you’ve written, of which are you most proud?
2. Favourite tense
3. Favourite POV
4. What are some themes you love writing about?
5. What inspires you to write?
6. Thoughts on critique
7. Create a character on the spot... NOW!
8. Is there a character you love writing for the most? The least? Why?
9. A passage from a WIP
10. What are your strengths in writing?
11. What are your weaknesses in writing?
12. Anything else that you want to know... (otherwise known as Fill in the Blank)
PLEASE consider posting the meme on your own LJ even if you don't want to ask me a question
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This has been floating all around the flist (and can I just say how awesome it is to have an active flist again *g*)
Put a number in the comments and I’ll answer accordingly.
The mission for those of us who answer the questions, should we accept it, is to stay positive about our writing and ourselves, but to also be fair about our shortcomings.
1. Of the fic you’ve written, of which are you most proud?
2. Favourite tense
3. Favourite POV
4. What are some themes you love writing about?
5. What inspires you to write?
6. Thoughts on critique
7. Create a character on the spot... NOW!
8. Is there a character you love writing for the most? The least? Why?
9. A passage from a WIP
10. What are your strengths in writing?
11. What are your weaknesses in writing?
12. Anything else that you want to know... (otherwise known as Fill in the Blank)
PLEASE consider posting the meme on your own LJ even if you don't want to ask me a question
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(And, yeah, it's completely kick ass to come on lj and see new posts again :D)
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“Oh,” Mikey says when he walks into the kitchen. His mouth twitches like it wants to smile but he crosses his arms and stares at Gerard blankly instead. “You’re back.” Then he turns around and walks out, his shoulder blades tight, jutting sharply against his t-shirt like amputated wings.
Gerard’s fingers close uselessly on thin air and he wishes for a pen, a brush, a quill of finest, blackest feather, thinks about hollow bones and his brother’s spine like it’s a secret.
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