Words, Words, Words

So I won Week Four, which was thrilling. And, as real life proceeded to kick my arse around and up and down, it became a bright spot in what is turning out to be a very, very, very bad month. It's kind of astonishing how these small things can help so much.

Week Five's theme was "Insult to Injury," with the bonus element of a television show. I don't know much about television in the UK (except for Dr. Who and Torchwood, but that's far too meta for me), so I went with "The Bill," because I at least know of a catchphrase for it. That led me to writing a PC Cooper story. I liked it when I was writing it, and I still do. I think it's solid. Also, for once, it fit the word count pretty easily.


( Day One )

Week Six... Yeah, kind of the less said, the better on this one. The prompt was "Busted;" the added element, a craft (knitting, etc.) I started off with a brilliant idea, as I always do, that proved to need far more space than I had. So I scrapped it, and started casting about for something else. Then my real life went to hell. All in all, I'm impressed that I wrote anything at all. This was a piece that I was hoping would let me hide in the tall grass. The grass was not as tall as I thought. I just barely survived. But I did survive, so there is that.

At least I got to write knitting Ianto. I do like knitting Ianto.

( The Beginning (of a Beautiful Friendship) )

So I lived to write another day. And then I got the prompt that made me happiest of all. Details to follow.

WIAD Week Seven -- I am stressed out, I am exhausted, and I am worried. My last story didn't go over so well, and I didn't feel it met my standards. What fresh hell awaits me?

The prompt: Wasted.

Now, there's few prompts that lead to crack quite as well as having a character get completely and utterly trashed. And there is no Torchwood episode quite as cracky as "Something Borrowed." Alien pregnancy! Catfighting mothers! Rhys with a chainsaw! Ianto the Wedding Fairy! And then, of course, we finally get to meet the infamous Banana Boat, the best man who wound up in jail in Lanzarote and just barely got sprung in time for the wedding. My brain lit up. I spent my time wandering around, thinking up story ideas, and snickering to myself. It was fantastic.

Was it my best work ever? No, probably not. But it was a hell of a lot of fun to write, and I'm definitely going to expand a bit on the idea and see how much more I can do with it. I have a feeling there's loads.

( White Rabbit )