Hockey, but with kissing. And other stuff. >.> A hockey RPF comm.
how's the writing going this week?
Or other fanwork of your choice!
If you want, post a snippet of 100 words or so to give us a taste and show off your progress. :)

Or other fanwork of your choice!
If you want, post a snippet of 100 words or so to give us a taste and show off your progress. :)
Progress is being made! I've got one more scene to add, some edits to do and then I'm done!
gulp This is the first time I've shown any part of this to someone who isn't my beta but here goes
Phil disappears and after about ten minutes Carl vanishes to help.
“I bet they making out in the kitchen,” Geno whispers with a grin. “Maybe they have sex on counter.”
“What?” Sid asks with a horrified look on his face. “Geno! Go and check!”
“I’m not check!” Geno replies looking scandalised. “Not want to see dicks right before lunch.”
Hah, this is a great excerpt. I would not want to check if I were Geno, either! Maybe a strategic phone call would suffice. And YAY PROGRESS.
Ahaha! I love it :) and Phil/Carl is a ship I'm def. interested in seeing more of, even in the BG. Is this from a Phil/carl or a Sid/geno fic?
It's Sid/Geno but a big chunk of it is Phil/Carl so it's probably 70/30 maybe?
Oooooooo fantastic!
I'm working on two things at the moment. One is my rarepairs fic - I've been adding to it fairly steadily but I'm currently in a severe doubt phase and the only thing keeping me from scrapping the whole draft is the thought of having to start something else from scratch. O.O (Dear recip, if you happen to see this after the reveal pls do not be offended, I am trying to make the story as good as I can for you!)
The other thing is a group of four ficlets about this year's playoffs, and I'm having a hard time picking a representative snippet because the segments all take place independently of each other (that is, not in the same 'verse) and they're all pretty short, anyway. But here's a bit out of the last segment:
The group going to Oakland ends up being him, Logan, Justin, Brenden, and Barclay Goodrow, who’s been with the ‘Cuda since December, but will probably be back up again in the fall. The crowd at the Coliseum gives them all a nice cheer. Martin short-hops his throw, but it doesn’t matter; he never claimed to be good at <i>launching</i> projectiles, and anyway he’s not the pitcher everyone came to see.
Justin and Brenden peel off after the game, Justin muttering about his in-laws, but Goody and one of Logan’s buddies come with them to the restaurant and then the club that Logan swears has the best music...
I am intrigued! How far do you have still to go, do you think?
Hm, I'd say I have about one and a half of the four segments still to go. The thing is, at a certain point I made myself switch over from this one to the rarepairs story, and it worked in that I finished that one on time! but now I haven't done any writing since I turned that in on Tuesday. So thank you for the nudge! I'll go open the draft right now. :)
Ha ha, good luck! And yay rarepairs. :)
Not great. I feel like every year I go through a cycle of "ugh, there's no new hockey to draw inspiration from" to "who has time to write with all of this hockey going on?!" and back. How do you guys find the time and discipline to sit down and write?
The "write X number of words every day" thing has helped me get through specific projects, but I suck at keeping that up long-term. I hope something will crop up to help serve as motivation for you!
That's actually a really great tip. I'll start doing that, thanks!
One thing that helps me a lot is having one or more writing buddies that I can a) send new snippets to as I write them, and b) do word sprints with, ie we get together and say "We're going to write as much as we can in 20 mins." It's amazing how much progress you can make in concentrated 20 min chunks!
I'll try that out. Thanks!
Good luck!
So, this is from a ficlet I wrote today (unbeta'd and coincidentally the FIRST HOCKEY RPF THING I'VE EVER WRITTEN OH LORD HELP)
The guy’s face was ruddy with cold and his black hair, when he pulled the knit hat from his head, was damp and curling at the ends. He stood blinking in confusion at the menu, twisting his hands together to warm them. The picture he made was so completely pathetic (and familiar, if Zhenya was honest with himself), that Zhenya decided to step in.
“You read Russian?” Zhenya asked, and the guy jumped.
“Um, no, not really,” he said, and his face flushed even pinker as he turned towards Zhenya. Zhenya decided that he liked the flush. The guy had sharp cheekbones and an almost obscenely full, red mouth. Zhenya decided that he liked that even more.
WELCOME to our pit of joy and despair (mwah hah hah). Glad to have you!
I am completely intrigued by Sid wandering into a Russian restaurant, which basically functions as Geno's home turf, right? That's not a scenario I get to see as often. And Sid flushed from the cold is indeed a very appealing image. :)