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broadwriting's journal this morning. Just a ficlet.
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Correspondence
In the light of only one flickering lamp, Buckingham picked up his pen. He hesitated. It was late; he should do this in the morning.
But if he left it till the morning, he knew he would never do it at all. Last night he had postponed the task, and the night before. Each night he had been left awake in bed, staring at the unseen ceiling, aroused, distracted, angry, lonely, thinking not of his sweet wife beside him but of a dark-haired and beautiful man, who was not there. Who should not be there. Someone he should by all rights never see again.
He dipped the pen in the ink pot. If he hesitated now, the ink would dry, so he wrote quickly.
Dear Ned -
He stopped. He was no writer. He was not Shakespeare, or Pope, or even Mr. Pepys with his faithful journal entries. He was someone completely different, to whom the right words came awkwardly if at all.
He had learned, over the years, to be direct.
He wrote, Meet me. I cannot bear this.
He looked at it for a while, then wrote below that, I need you as ever.
He blotted it carefully. He considered throwing it into the fire.
Then carefully, he folded it, put it in an envelope, and sealed it with red wax. He would send it to the theatre in the morning.
The die was cast.
broadwriting's journal this morning. Just a ficlet.- - -
Correspondence
In the light of only one flickering lamp, Buckingham picked up his pen. He hesitated. It was late; he should do this in the morning.
But if he left it till the morning, he knew he would never do it at all. Last night he had postponed the task, and the night before. Each night he had been left awake in bed, staring at the unseen ceiling, aroused, distracted, angry, lonely, thinking not of his sweet wife beside him but of a dark-haired and beautiful man, who was not there. Who should not be there. Someone he should by all rights never see again.
He dipped the pen in the ink pot. If he hesitated now, the ink would dry, so he wrote quickly.
Dear Ned -
He stopped. He was no writer. He was not Shakespeare, or Pope, or even Mr. Pepys with his faithful journal entries. He was someone completely different, to whom the right words came awkwardly if at all.
He had learned, over the years, to be direct.
He wrote, Meet me. I cannot bear this.
He looked at it for a while, then wrote below that, I need you as ever.
He blotted it carefully. He considered throwing it into the fire.
Then carefully, he folded it, put it in an envelope, and sealed it with red wax. He would send it to the theatre in the morning.
The die was cast.
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Date: 2004-12-01 09:45 am (UTC)May I recommend
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Date: 2004-12-01 09:49 am (UTC)Do you think I should post this at stagebeauty_fic? It's pretty insubstantial....
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Date: 2004-12-02 01:00 am (UTC). ;)
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Date: 2004-12-02 07:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-03 06:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-03 07:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-03 07:48 am (UTC)The plumber/electrician wil be here in 15 minutes but, sadly, he's hardly eye candy. I think I'll have me an evening of Horatio and Archie: a good dose of pretty men at sea should leave me feeling less deprived!
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Date: 2004-12-03 08:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-03 09:04 am (UTC)Hope you find time to do some writing this weekend. If you ever find out how to control the plot bunnies so that they only bite when it's convenient, let me know. Mine get most lively aroung two or three in the morning - work mornings, mind you. ::glares at the unco-operative litle buggers::
I have three HH snippets that have been floating around for ages now - should I ever finish it/them (not sure if they're separate or not), would you like to beta? Please? Which reminds me, can I please have some more of your HH fic? (on the tricksypixie address, if you don't mind, rather than the hotmail one)
Your HH fic isn't available online, is it? I'm wondering why not - if the rest of it is anywhere near as good as Eye of the Wind, then it should be!
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Date: 2004-12-03 09:11 am (UTC)Oooh tempting.
I'll probably indulge...
Then you'll understand my story!
would you like to beta?
Yes - absolutely. I would be delighted.
Which reminds me, can I please have some more of your HH fic? (on the tricksypixie address, if you don't mind, rather than the hotmail one)
Yes. I'll try to remember to send something tomorrow, when I'm home.
Your HH fic isn't available online, is it? I'm wondering why not - if the rest of it is anywhere near as good as Eye of the Wind, then it should be!
I think Eye of the Wind was on the Frolix pages at one time. Maybe still is. The reason the rest isn't online is because it was all in a print zine. Maybe I'll ask the publisher if it can go online now. I don't know if she still has it in print. I don't want to snub any of my publishers, they're wonderful people.
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Date: 2004-12-03 09:35 am (UTC)Indeed! ::rubs hands in gleeful anticipation::
I'll try to remember to send something tomorrow, when I'm home.
Yay! I'm looking forward to it. And I do hope your publishers agree.
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Date: 2004-12-04 08:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-05 02:54 am (UTC)And Stage Beauty is on my Christmas shortlist...
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Date: 2004-12-05 03:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-05 04:25 am (UTC);)
I'll send you my dvd list offline.
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Date: 2004-12-05 06:08 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-12-06 01:49 pm (UTC)Thank you. I'll check it when I get home.