WIP meme - a goat following the flock

[elingregory]

This is all over the place today, posted mostly by proper writers with followings. But I'm posting this as a cautionary tale to anyone who thinks "oh hey, I have a shiny idea, I'll write a book about it!"

Shiny ideas can be evil. Shiny ideas can take over you life and your hard drive. Shiny ideas are truculent and aggressive ratbags who interfere with each other. And the worst thing about them - they travel in herds!

Solitary shiny ideas that can be properly attended to are lovely things but when does that ever happen.

Meme:

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.



Alike As Two Bees
Anatolios
Applejack
Blighs Ferry
Eleventh Hour
Emrys
A Fierce Reaping
A Gleam of Splendour
Henry Vance
The Imperial Ideal
Keladra
The Language of Flowers
Moonlight Shadow
Norton Wood
Old Stories
On a Lee Shore
Regency Rubbish
Short in the Saddle
Spices to Belhaven
Tears of Heaven
Town Mouse
The Wanderer

Name one of them and I'll give you a snippet from it and/or tell you something about it.

In other news, I find I am required to write a guide book for work, during my normal working hours in addition to my normal tasks, and it needs to be print run ready by the end of January. OMG so much fact checking!!!!

Comments

[melanietushmore.livejournal.com]

wow lady! alot of ideas on the go! (if it helps, now i dont feel so bad for having a big list myself? hope you find WIP happiness asap)

A Fierce Reaping

sounds amazing XD

[elin-gregory.livejournal.com]

They accumulate, don't they? I have to be careful because I get at least one idea a day. Most of them are fleeting but some stick, some of which just float around in the back of my mind but others are very demanding and demand attention.

A Fierce Reaping is the working title for the story I'm planning for this years Nanowrimo. It will be based on Y Gododdin - which is the Welsh version of '300' written about 650AD. The king of Edinburgh feasted 300 warriors for a year while they honed their fighting skills then unleashed them against the Saxons who were pushing up into Northumberland. They rode south, engaging all comers, and ended up beseiged in the old Roman fort at Catterick. It's planned but none of it is actually written yet. I'm winnowing through the various versions of the poem to extract little nuggets about the named warriors - Morien who enjoyed playing with fire, Buddfan who died in Tudfwlch's arms - and working out how to fit them into the story.

It's a poem I've loved for many years but there's one bit in particular that just begs a m/m novel to be written about it:

Never will there be
Bitterness between us:
Rather I will make of you
A song that will praise you.

I hope, fingers crossed, that by December I'll have 50K words about Cadfan Clust [One Ear], a broken down warrior, and Gwydion Distaw [Silent], a poet who has no voice, and enough of a story arc to work up into a proper novel.

[melanietushmore.livejournal.com]

whooo! does indeed sound very fun!
'Buddfan who died in Tudfwlch's arms' - sob, noooo! but sounds like it would be a fab story

i hope you can get done what you wanted! yes deffo easy to accumulate ideas :o.
xx

[elin-gregory.livejournal.com]

sob, noooo!

I'll be doing a LOT of that! Technically, only one man escaped - just like '300' - but since Cadfan is a nobody and there are other reasons why Gwydion can't be acknowledged I'm going to let them get away too.

Yep, I'm a softy.

[melanietushmore.livejournal.com]

hooray!

no thats ok we need a bit of soft sometimes ;p