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averygoodun42So... Recently my muse has been making day trips over here. The other day she stayed long enough for me to get a good solid chunk of chapter written. It needs revising, but it's there to be revised. Yay! Poor Hermione. Her week really has gone to hell in a hand basket. Well, as much as is possible without it becoming a dark fic. I don't want this to be a dark fic, though it is tempting, especially as Lucius makes it so easy.
Unfortunately, it seems my muse is avoiding Snape's Journal. I haven't even found the inspiration to revise what I've already written. Maybe that's more a lack of discipline. Eh, whatever. I hope that once I've finished off Hermione's week from Hell (I do believe it should be finished by chapter 5) I'll be able to shift back to SJ, along with some of the other fics I've started, and still manage to finish SMHC up.
As it stands, I've got chapter 3 written, although I'm not really happy with it. But, then again, I'm not really happy with any of this story right now. I really want to go back through it with a machete and try to patch it up with super-glue (before throwing it away as a lost cause), but until I've finished, that's not going to happen. To be honest, it will probably never happen, which is a shame, but -- eh, whatever. I still have hope for revamping chapter 3, though, 'cuz it needs work!
So, to those of you out there who are looking forward to the next update: I AM working on it. It WILL be updated soon. When? Not sure, but soon!
Until then, here's a snippet, and a taste of Hermione's manic Monday.
Hermione stood near the top of the dungeon stairs looking across the entrance to the Great Hall, which was positively teeming with students. It seemed as if everyone in the castle was there. She wished her stomach would stop protesting, because then she could just go hide in the library until it was time for class.
Her stomach chose that moment to make a particularly loud groan.
Sighing, she trudged up the last step and crossed the empty Entrance Hall. She was perversely glad that the enchanted ceiling was stormy and gray, as it suited her mood far better than a sunny day would have. As luck would have it, though, the moment she entered the room the clouds drifted apart, and a ray of sun lit upon her standing in the doorway.
"As if I needed a grand entrance," she muttered, trying to keep the irritation out of her face as gradually everyone in the hall turned to watch her.
What had been a dull roar had quieted down so that the whispering Slytherins had to lower their voices even further. Hermione was surprised they weren't taunting her yet, and, looking over, was surprised to see them regarding her warily. All of them, not just the first years. Looking around to the other House tables, she noticed that all of the students' faces were a mixture of awe, fear and, in the case of the Gryffindor table, glee. Quickening her pace slightly, she made her way over to an empty spot beside Harry, still aware that everyone was watching her.
"Morning," she muttered quietly to her friends as she sat down. She could hear the whispers starting all around her, not confined to the Slytherin table anymore, as her friends greeted her back.
"So you survived, then?" Seamus asked rather loudly. "There was a pool going on whether we'd see you again. Alive, that is."
Hermione scowled at Seamus, but noticed the rest of the hall was paying close attention. "Well, as you can see, I'm still hale and hearty. Though I am rather hungry."
Harry and Ginny blushed along with Hermione as several people laughed loudly, and a few catcalls were thrown her way. Hermione closed her eyes in mortification and wondered if she would ever regain the ability to keep her mouth shut. The less she said, the better.
"So did Snape survive?" Seamus continued incorrigibly. Hermione looked up at the staff table and realized suddenly why everyone had been staring at her so intently. She wondered what was going through their minds, positive that it wouldn't be the truth. Her first thought was that Severus was going to be upset about this turn of events, but then, he had to have considered it a possibility when he strode up that aisle. Maybe he hadn't been simply teasing her when he started walking away.
"So did he?" Seamus asked again. Hermione realized she'd been staring blankly at Snape's empty spot and immediately turned to focus on Seamus.
She shook her head disdainfully and said, loudly enough that the entire hall could hear, "Of course he's alive." Lowering her voice slightly, she added, "He's just resting."
Half the boys within hearing range started choking on their pumpkin juice. Hermione realized a bit late how that must have sounded. She quickly amended, "Madam Pomfrey ordered him to take it easy."
Silence descended on the Gryffindor table as everyone turned to stare at her, some with forks halfway to their open mouths. Then Neville started laughing, and everyone turned to their neighbor to discuss the new gossip. Soon, the exaggerated news that Professor Snape had been placed on "bed rest," thanks to the Head Girl, had spread throughout the hall. Hermione noticed that she was getting a lot more looks from the male population than she ever had before.
Closing her eyes once more, Hermione determined to never say a word in public again. There was always too much collateral damage. Thinking about how Severus would react, she shoved her breakfast to the side and hid her face in her arms. The day just kept getting better and better!
"Cheer up, Hermione," she heard Harry say, as she was patted on the back. "At least people now know there's more to you than schoolwork."
She raised her head to glare at the Boy Wonder. "I liked my relative obscurity, thanks! And how do you think Severus is going to take this view?"
Harry shrugged. "Well, really, he should be pleased. I mean, he's now the envy of half the school population." Hermione raised her eyebrow at the same time as Ginny, making Harry back away slightly. "I'm just saying that's how it's going to play out."
Hermione looked around the hall again, and, sure enough, she noticed boys kept looking in her direction.
"Well," Hermione said with a sigh, "he may now be envied, but this is Snape we're talking about! He's so contrary that you have to insult him before he accepts a compliment."
Unfortunately, it seems my muse is avoiding Snape's Journal. I haven't even found the inspiration to revise what I've already written. Maybe that's more a lack of discipline. Eh, whatever. I hope that once I've finished off Hermione's week from Hell (I do believe it should be finished by chapter 5) I'll be able to shift back to SJ, along with some of the other fics I've started, and still manage to finish SMHC up.
As it stands, I've got chapter 3 written, although I'm not really happy with it. But, then again, I'm not really happy with any of this story right now. I really want to go back through it with a machete and try to patch it up with super-glue (before throwing it away as a lost cause), but until I've finished, that's not going to happen. To be honest, it will probably never happen, which is a shame, but -- eh, whatever. I still have hope for revamping chapter 3, though, 'cuz it needs work!
So, to those of you out there who are looking forward to the next update: I AM working on it. It WILL be updated soon. When? Not sure, but soon!
Until then, here's a snippet, and a taste of Hermione's manic Monday.
Hermione stood near the top of the dungeon stairs looking across the entrance to the Great Hall, which was positively teeming with students. It seemed as if everyone in the castle was there. She wished her stomach would stop protesting, because then she could just go hide in the library until it was time for class.
Her stomach chose that moment to make a particularly loud groan.
Sighing, she trudged up the last step and crossed the empty Entrance Hall. She was perversely glad that the enchanted ceiling was stormy and gray, as it suited her mood far better than a sunny day would have. As luck would have it, though, the moment she entered the room the clouds drifted apart, and a ray of sun lit upon her standing in the doorway.
"As if I needed a grand entrance," she muttered, trying to keep the irritation out of her face as gradually everyone in the hall turned to watch her.
What had been a dull roar had quieted down so that the whispering Slytherins had to lower their voices even further. Hermione was surprised they weren't taunting her yet, and, looking over, was surprised to see them regarding her warily. All of them, not just the first years. Looking around to the other House tables, she noticed that all of the students' faces were a mixture of awe, fear and, in the case of the Gryffindor table, glee. Quickening her pace slightly, she made her way over to an empty spot beside Harry, still aware that everyone was watching her.
"Morning," she muttered quietly to her friends as she sat down. She could hear the whispers starting all around her, not confined to the Slytherin table anymore, as her friends greeted her back.
"So you survived, then?" Seamus asked rather loudly. "There was a pool going on whether we'd see you again. Alive, that is."
Hermione scowled at Seamus, but noticed the rest of the hall was paying close attention. "Well, as you can see, I'm still hale and hearty. Though I am rather hungry."
Harry and Ginny blushed along with Hermione as several people laughed loudly, and a few catcalls were thrown her way. Hermione closed her eyes in mortification and wondered if she would ever regain the ability to keep her mouth shut. The less she said, the better.
"So did Snape survive?" Seamus continued incorrigibly. Hermione looked up at the staff table and realized suddenly why everyone had been staring at her so intently. She wondered what was going through their minds, positive that it wouldn't be the truth. Her first thought was that Severus was going to be upset about this turn of events, but then, he had to have considered it a possibility when he strode up that aisle. Maybe he hadn't been simply teasing her when he started walking away.
"So did he?" Seamus asked again. Hermione realized she'd been staring blankly at Snape's empty spot and immediately turned to focus on Seamus.
She shook her head disdainfully and said, loudly enough that the entire hall could hear, "Of course he's alive." Lowering her voice slightly, she added, "He's just resting."
Half the boys within hearing range started choking on their pumpkin juice. Hermione realized a bit late how that must have sounded. She quickly amended, "Madam Pomfrey ordered him to take it easy."
Silence descended on the Gryffindor table as everyone turned to stare at her, some with forks halfway to their open mouths. Then Neville started laughing, and everyone turned to their neighbor to discuss the new gossip. Soon, the exaggerated news that Professor Snape had been placed on "bed rest," thanks to the Head Girl, had spread throughout the hall. Hermione noticed that she was getting a lot more looks from the male population than she ever had before.
Closing her eyes once more, Hermione determined to never say a word in public again. There was always too much collateral damage. Thinking about how Severus would react, she shoved her breakfast to the side and hid her face in her arms. The day just kept getting better and better!
"Cheer up, Hermione," she heard Harry say, as she was patted on the back. "At least people now know there's more to you than schoolwork."
She raised her head to glare at the Boy Wonder. "I liked my relative obscurity, thanks! And how do you think Severus is going to take this view?"
Harry shrugged. "Well, really, he should be pleased. I mean, he's now the envy of half the school population." Hermione raised her eyebrow at the same time as Ginny, making Harry back away slightly. "I'm just saying that's how it's going to play out."
Hermione looked around the hall again, and, sure enough, she noticed boys kept looking in her direction.
"Well," Hermione said with a sigh, "he may now be envied, but this is Snape we're talking about! He's so contrary that you have to insult him before he accepts a compliment."
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Date: 2006-03-09 05:28 am (UTC)You know i was just goodnaturedly teasing you about updaing, right? I have the utmost respect for authors (especially good ones like you) and I also know how tough writer's block is (being a writer myself though not yet of HG/SS fanfic).
I can't wait to see more when its time!
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Date: 2006-03-09 10:57 am (UTC)Thank you, though. I appreciate it!
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Date: 2006-03-09 01:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-12 01:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-11 01:12 pm (UTC)I'm not so sure, now, that the Muses are really abandoning us. Maybe some bits are just harder to write than others? I'm struggling with writing some Death Eater stuff; I've never done it before, it does not come to me naturally, and I feel like I'm slogging through mud up to my knees.
I can't write when I'm exhausted, either. I've been working overtime, lately, and that means all the writing happens on the weekends.
Don't fret yourself over it. Your fans adore you; we'll wait. Just don't expect *patience*!
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Date: 2006-03-12 01:11 pm (UTC)No, I doubt the muses really abandon us. It's probably that they call to see if they can come over to play, but they ask that deadly, "How are you?" question first, and, well, it becomes obvious that we're busy/tired/sick/not-in-the-mood, so they think it's better to leave us be.
That, and some bits are definitely harder to write. ;)