Name: agdhani Genre you like to write/would like to write: I started out writing fantasy...and am still in the midst of that world to this day. No...scratch that...the first things I started writing as a kid were redoing things I saw on TV to change the endings...and then I discovered Star Trek books and thought 'I can write this'. I've written supernatural/angel bits...dystopic scifi...fantasy...ww2 pows. I have a romance in mind, though I've never actually written one outside of RPing before. The two things I'd like to write are film scripts (converting one of my works to a script) and something akin to DaVinci Code...weaving historical and mythological stuff into a mystery. I have a base idea in mind, but no idea yet where to go with it...or HOW to go with it. Link something original that you wrote (or add excerpt/short piece here), with a short description: Other than my fanfiction bits now up on AO3, I don't really have anything posted anywhere...but here's this bit: (its the last part of the last chapter of the most recently finished book. There is an epilogue after it, however) The hold upon Claide’s heart released. Kavan blinked, his cousin’s voice ringing in his ears now, though he had not heard it moments before. He looked at Ártur, seeing him for the first time, and then down at the unseeing man crumpled awkwardly against the bench and kneeler as if he had been pushed there. Having heard nothing but the child, seen nothing but red, Kavan could feel his fists unclenching at his sides and recognized the unraveling pool of power he had harnessed and used moments before. He knew his body well. He recognized the indicators of great energy having been spent, and judging by the way gdhededhá Tusánt and Ártur were looking at him, Kavan guessed easily what he had done. He had, without conscious thought, killed a man. Again. His body began to tremble, filling with disgust and dismay, and when the Queen croaked, “Kavan…” with her hand outstretched towards him, he turned and fled into the night. Anything else you'd like to tell us about your original writing: My last 2 NaNos were def. M/M slash oriented...though there's no actual sex involved. In my major work (the series I've been working on) when rereading the early bits now, there are definite hints of such relationships, although they have never been acted upon (My MC has some major hangups about a lot of things, lol. I doubt he'd ever admit to such an attraction ;) ) I've known this particular MC for 24 years...and I wouldn't hesitate for a moment to say I love him dearly.
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Date: 2014-01-06 03:16 pm (UTC)Genre you like to write/would like to write: I started out writing fantasy...and am still in the midst of that world to this day. No...scratch that...the first things I started writing as a kid were redoing things I saw on TV to change the endings...and then I discovered Star Trek books and thought 'I can write this'.
I've written supernatural/angel bits...dystopic scifi...fantasy...ww2 pows. I have a romance in mind, though I've never actually written one outside of RPing before.
The two things I'd like to write are film scripts (converting one of my works to a script) and something akin to DaVinci Code...weaving historical and mythological stuff into a mystery. I have a base idea in mind, but no idea yet where to go with it...or HOW to go with it.
Link something original that you wrote (or add excerpt/short piece here), with a short description: Other than my fanfiction bits now up on AO3, I don't really have anything posted anywhere...but here's this bit: (its the last part of the last chapter of the most recently finished book. There is an epilogue after it, however)
The hold upon Claide’s heart released. Kavan blinked, his cousin’s voice ringing in his ears now, though he had not heard it moments before. He looked at Ártur, seeing him for the first time, and then down at the unseeing man crumpled awkwardly against the bench and kneeler as if he had been pushed there. Having heard nothing but the child, seen nothing but red, Kavan could feel his fists unclenching at his sides and recognized the unraveling pool of power he had harnessed and used moments before. He knew his body well. He recognized the indicators of great energy having been spent, and judging by the way gdhededhá Tusánt and Ártur were looking at him, Kavan guessed easily what he had done. He had, without conscious thought, killed a man. Again. His body began to tremble, filling with disgust and dismay, and when the Queen croaked, “Kavan…” with her hand outstretched towards him, he turned and fled into the night.
Anything else you'd like to tell us about your original writing: My last 2 NaNos were def. M/M slash oriented...though there's no actual sex involved. In my major work (the series I've been working on) when rereading the early bits now, there are definite hints of such relationships, although they have never been acted upon (My MC has some major hangups about a lot of things, lol. I doubt he'd ever admit to such an attraction ;) ) I've known this particular MC for 24 years...and I wouldn't hesitate for a moment to say I love him dearly.