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Ficlets and cookies! (B2S 1/31/10)
Jan. 31st, 2010 10:08 pmSo tonight's activities resulted in two ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
bridge2sickbay ficlets and a batch of seriously delicious chocolate cookies.
The B2S theme for this week was poetry quotes.
I wasn't familiar with either of the quotes when I read them at the comm, so the fics were inspired by the line(s) alone. I googled the poems after the fact to find out where the lines came from.
( To Share a Journey, Gaila/Pike, PG )
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( Warmth, Spock/Uhura, G )
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So, yes. I feel absurdly proud to have produced anything at all tonight. I've been struggling all week, wanting write and yet not typing a single keystroke. So yes, glad to have anything at all to show for my weekend :)
My cookies are excellent as well :) Far more polished an attempt than the ficlets, by far :) I used a recipe recommended by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wesleysgirl which can be found here only without using the buttercream to make them into sandwiches. I've found that while I adore the cookie part itself, I stink at making buttercream frosting (when I tried the recipe originally it wouldn't stiffen up and was gooey and messy and grainy and just overall terrible). So I left it out and nommed nicely tonight on lovely chocolate coffee cookies. Half the batch is tucked away into the cookie jar and the other half is packed up to take to work for my coworkers to descend upon like a ravening horde.
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Back tobridge2sickbay for a moment. A couple of my prompts were posted but not filled. I am reposting them here to a) hopefully encourage someone to write them for me *pleading eyes* or, if need be, b) remember them for some undisclosed time in the future to try out myself.
~Pike, Kirk or McCoy, Kirk - Follow me ever - desert me not while I live. (Ashes of Soldiers by Walt Whitman)
~Author's Choice - The sun and moon get crossed, but they never touch (On Looking Up By Chance at the Constellations by Robert Frost)
~Spock, Uhura - Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon which your reason and your judgment wage war against passion and your appetite. (Reason & Passion by Khalil Gibran)
~Winona, Pike - I could've died for love - But for livin' I was born (Life is Fine by Langston Hughes)
bridge2sickbay ficlets and a batch of seriously delicious chocolate cookies.The B2S theme for this week was poetry quotes.
I wasn't familiar with either of the quotes when I read them at the comm, so the fics were inspired by the line(s) alone. I googled the poems after the fact to find out where the lines came from.
( To Share a Journey, Gaila/Pike, PG )
***
( Warmth, Spock/Uhura, G )
***
So, yes. I feel absurdly proud to have produced anything at all tonight. I've been struggling all week, wanting write and yet not typing a single keystroke. So yes, glad to have anything at all to show for my weekend :)
My cookies are excellent as well :) Far more polished an attempt than the ficlets, by far :) I used a recipe recommended by
wesleysgirl which can be found here only without using the buttercream to make them into sandwiches. I've found that while I adore the cookie part itself, I stink at making buttercream frosting (when I tried the recipe originally it wouldn't stiffen up and was gooey and messy and grainy and just overall terrible). So I left it out and nommed nicely tonight on lovely chocolate coffee cookies. Half the batch is tucked away into the cookie jar and the other half is packed up to take to work for my coworkers to descend upon like a ravening horde.***
Back to
bridge2sickbay for a moment. A couple of my prompts were posted but not filled. I am reposting them here to a) hopefully encourage someone to write them for me *pleading eyes* or, if need be, b) remember them for some undisclosed time in the future to try out myself.~Pike, Kirk or McCoy, Kirk - Follow me ever - desert me not while I live. (Ashes of Soldiers by Walt Whitman)
~Author's Choice - The sun and moon get crossed, but they never touch (On Looking Up By Chance at the Constellations by Robert Frost)
~Spock, Uhura - Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon which your reason and your judgment wage war against passion and your appetite. (Reason & Passion by Khalil Gibran)
~Winona, Pike - I could've died for love - But for livin' I was born (Life is Fine by Langston Hughes)
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