Title: Watch
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Kirk gets a mirror...he wants Spock to watch. PWP. Sequal to Taste and Listen, but can stand alone.
When the captain of the USS Enterprise asks for a full-length mirror to be brought to his quarters, it happens without question or comment. The two crewmembers who ultimately fulfilled the order shared more than one look between them, but they didn’t say a word, and neither did anybody else. Spock didn’t even say a word, though its unexplained presence in the sleeping area did raise more than one question in his mind. Kirk didn’t volunteer an explanation, either.
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Rating: NC-17
Summary: Kirk gets a mirror...he wants Spock to watch. PWP. Sequal to Taste and Listen, but can stand alone.
When the captain of the USS Enterprise asks for a full-length mirror to be brought to his quarters, it happens without question or comment. The two crewmembers who ultimately fulfilled the order shared more than one look between them, but they didn’t say a word, and neither did anybody else. Spock didn’t even say a word, though its unexplained presence in the sleeping area did raise more than one question in his mind. Kirk didn’t volunteer an explanation, either.
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Title: Listen
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Set after Taste, though it can stand alone. Spock listens as Kirk dreams. PWP.
The ship was never silent. Not even when the third shift was on the bridge and the lights in the crew decks were dim. Music floated from behind closed doors. Very soft melodies from countless cultures, countless planets, countless time periods. Except for the crew members who were from worlds where music either didn’t exist or was unpleasing. But even from those quarters often came the sound of voices, of snores, of heaving breathing, of moans. Then there was the sound of computer, the whistle of various intercoms, and the whisper of doors opening and closing. Below all that, so low that nearly everybody on the ship naturally ignored it, was the soft hum of life support and the engines.
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Rating: NC-17
Summary: Set after Taste, though it can stand alone. Spock listens as Kirk dreams. PWP.
The ship was never silent. Not even when the third shift was on the bridge and the lights in the crew decks were dim. Music floated from behind closed doors. Very soft melodies from countless cultures, countless planets, countless time periods. Except for the crew members who were from worlds where music either didn’t exist or was unpleasing. But even from those quarters often came the sound of voices, of snores, of heaving breathing, of moans. Then there was the sound of computer, the whistle of various intercoms, and the whisper of doors opening and closing. Below all that, so low that nearly everybody on the ship naturally ignored it, was the soft hum of life support and the engines.
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Title: Taste
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Set in the movieverse. PWP. Spock really likes the way Kirk tastes after a stressful situation. There's not much more to say.
Word count: 2,000 words
Jim Kirk was a difficult man to read, and yet, he was an open book. Spock always knew when he was happy, angry, relieved, tired, annoyed, frustrated, and even hungry. Even when he sat on the bridge with his back to the Captain’s chair, he had a pretty good idea of what Kirk was thinking, feeling, experiencing. Of course, that might have been because Spock was experiencing the same things. But at other times, in other areas, Spock couldn’t even begin to guess what was happening in Kirk’s mind.
That’s when he intrigued Spock the most.
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Rating: NC-17
Summary: Set in the movieverse. PWP. Spock really likes the way Kirk tastes after a stressful situation. There's not much more to say.
Word count: 2,000 words
Jim Kirk was a difficult man to read, and yet, he was an open book. Spock always knew when he was happy, angry, relieved, tired, annoyed, frustrated, and even hungry. Even when he sat on the bridge with his back to the Captain’s chair, he had a pretty good idea of what Kirk was thinking, feeling, experiencing. Of course, that might have been because Spock was experiencing the same things. But at other times, in other areas, Spock couldn’t even begin to guess what was happening in Kirk’s mind.
That’s when he intrigued Spock the most.
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Title: Four Times Spock Was Faithful to Uhura (And One Time He Wasn't)
Summary: Set shortly after the events of the Star Trek 2009. Kirk is driving Spock crazy, and he doesn't even know it. I hope it doesn't suck!
Rating: R
Spock was cold. Since he could neither change his position nor influence the temperature by speaking, he chose not to mention it. His captain had warned him before they beamed down that Spock would probably find Omicron Persee 4 uncomfortable - a revelation that had actually taken Spock by surprise. Not because Kirk had been right, but because the other man had bothered to issue the warning at all. Despite that, Spock had thought himself prepared - and he would have been but for the sabotaged shuttle and the unresponsive transporter. Now they were stranded on a planet dozens of degrees cooler than he could readily tolerate, with no end in sight.
"Spock, are you all right?"
"Yes, Captain." The response was immediate, complete before Spock really had a chance to think about it.
"Are you sure?"
"Quite sure."
"It's just... you look a little cold."
Spock frowned. "Absent of physical response, which I have exhibited no sign of, how can one look cold?"
Kirk gestured at his own face. "It's in your eyes, Spock. You look miserable."
The words were not meant with malice - Spock knows that - but he suffered anyway. "Captain, my eyes cannot express an emotion that I am not feeling."
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Summary: Set shortly after the events of the Star Trek 2009. Kirk is driving Spock crazy, and he doesn't even know it. I hope it doesn't suck!
Rating: R
Spock was cold. Since he could neither change his position nor influence the temperature by speaking, he chose not to mention it. His captain had warned him before they beamed down that Spock would probably find Omicron Persee 4 uncomfortable - a revelation that had actually taken Spock by surprise. Not because Kirk had been right, but because the other man had bothered to issue the warning at all. Despite that, Spock had thought himself prepared - and he would have been but for the sabotaged shuttle and the unresponsive transporter. Now they were stranded on a planet dozens of degrees cooler than he could readily tolerate, with no end in sight.
"Spock, are you all right?"
"Yes, Captain." The response was immediate, complete before Spock really had a chance to think about it.
"Are you sure?"
"Quite sure."
"It's just... you look a little cold."
Spock frowned. "Absent of physical response, which I have exhibited no sign of, how can one look cold?"
Kirk gestured at his own face. "It's in your eyes, Spock. You look miserable."
The words were not meant with malice - Spock knows that - but he suffered anyway. "Captain, my eyes cannot express an emotion that I am not feeling."
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I struggled for several minutes for an appropriate title, but I couldn't think of one. I'm having a hard time with thinking in general today. I've been at work for 90 minutes, and I've really accomplished nothing except hanging up on two different people on two different occasions and getting my computer registered on the school's wireless account.
Yesterday was a strange day.![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
eurydice72 and I are still working hard on our novel. So far, we're calling it The Unmourned. We're right on track with it, word-count wise, and I love the characters and everything. But yesterday, things slowed to a stop. Because we were distracted by the fact that our editor at Samhain has reassigned us to another editor. A decision that was mild to moderately traumatic for us. It literally came out of nowhere, without any real warning, and without any real explanation. She claims it is because the new editor specifically asked--even begged--to edit for us, and I'm inclined to take her at her word. I don't feel as though I'm a gullible person, but I don't enjoy living my life expecting the worst from every person. Of course, there are some things that make me suspicious of this. The real hard part is that we really, really respect our editor. We love her. We love working with her. She's often very hard on us, but that's because she's a good editor and we need it. We don't want to work with another editor, and there's a little bit of resentment that we weren't even consulted on this decision. So there's the feeling that we're being dumped, that we don't get a say in our own work, and fear about the unknown. Well, I've worked with new!Editor before, and I like her, but that was literally years ago, and we don't know how she'll work with us. More troubling than that is the fact that she apparently doesn't edit much m/m. We write a lot of gay romance. To add insult to injury, our old editor announced she still has slots to fill for later this year and has no submissions on her queue. So it's like, "Hey, I'm looking for books! Except from Vivien and Pepper. I don't want anything to do with them." Which isn't exactly fair, but I don't feel like anything about this situation is exactly fair.
It doesn't help that she rejected our current submission there. The email reads like this "Oh, I'm so excited to work with you, I love your work so much, we're going to have a great time, but this current submission isn't publishable." Um...thanks? Actually, I can't be too upset about it because the reasons she rejected it were basically on the money (I disagree with one thing she said). And they were things we were thinking about doing anyway. But it just starts things off on the wrong foot. New!Editor is currently reading On A Bruised Road. I'm hoping she doesn't reject that, too, because then my roll-with-the-punches attitude will be gone. I mean, nobody likes rejection, but I think this will be especially galling.
I honestly wonder if our relationship with Samhain will continue as it has done in the past. I know thateurydice72 was deeply unhappy with the decision, and while I mostly don't take it personally, I feel a little soured on the experience. We sell great at Samhain, and I love the covers and the editing process and I've been happy with them. And I don't want to be a diva author who gets butthurt over all slights, real or imagined. But my editors at other publishers have never made me feel this way.
On the other hand, this might be the greatest thing that ever happened to us, and new!Editor could be the George Martin to our Lennon/McCartney. I doubt it, but it is a possibility.
So in conclusion, I don't know what to think. I guess I'll reserve my judgment until I hear about On A Bruised Road. If she accepts it, I'll find out what it's like to work with her, and if we'll have a good relationship. If she rejects it, I'll move on. It's a good story. It'll find a home somewhere.
Yesterday was a strange day.
eurydice72 and I are still working hard on our novel. So far, we're calling it The Unmourned. We're right on track with it, word-count wise, and I love the characters and everything. But yesterday, things slowed to a stop. Because we were distracted by the fact that our editor at Samhain has reassigned us to another editor. A decision that was mild to moderately traumatic for us. It literally came out of nowhere, without any real warning, and without any real explanation. She claims it is because the new editor specifically asked--even begged--to edit for us, and I'm inclined to take her at her word. I don't feel as though I'm a gullible person, but I don't enjoy living my life expecting the worst from every person. Of course, there are some things that make me suspicious of this. The real hard part is that we really, really respect our editor. We love her. We love working with her. She's often very hard on us, but that's because she's a good editor and we need it. We don't want to work with another editor, and there's a little bit of resentment that we weren't even consulted on this decision. So there's the feeling that we're being dumped, that we don't get a say in our own work, and fear about the unknown. Well, I've worked with new!Editor before, and I like her, but that was literally years ago, and we don't know how she'll work with us. More troubling than that is the fact that she apparently doesn't edit much m/m. We write a lot of gay romance. To add insult to injury, our old editor announced she still has slots to fill for later this year and has no submissions on her queue. So it's like, "Hey, I'm looking for books! Except from Vivien and Pepper. I don't want anything to do with them." Which isn't exactly fair, but I don't feel like anything about this situation is exactly fair. It doesn't help that she rejected our current submission there. The email reads like this "Oh, I'm so excited to work with you, I love your work so much, we're going to have a great time, but this current submission isn't publishable." Um...thanks? Actually, I can't be too upset about it because the reasons she rejected it were basically on the money (I disagree with one thing she said). And they were things we were thinking about doing anyway. But it just starts things off on the wrong foot. New!Editor is currently reading On A Bruised Road. I'm hoping she doesn't reject that, too, because then my roll-with-the-punches attitude will be gone. I mean, nobody likes rejection, but I think this will be especially galling.
I honestly wonder if our relationship with Samhain will continue as it has done in the past. I know that
eurydice72 was deeply unhappy with the decision, and while I mostly don't take it personally, I feel a little soured on the experience. We sell great at Samhain, and I love the covers and the editing process and I've been happy with them. And I don't want to be a diva author who gets butthurt over all slights, real or imagined. But my editors at other publishers have never made me feel this way.On the other hand, this might be the greatest thing that ever happened to us, and new!Editor could be the George Martin to our Lennon/McCartney. I doubt it, but it is a possibility.
So in conclusion, I don't know what to think. I guess I'll reserve my judgment until I hear about On A Bruised Road. If she accepts it, I'll find out what it's like to work with her, and if we'll have a good relationship. If she rejects it, I'll move on. It's a good story. It'll find a home somewhere.
I have found that when you are not actually in school, the semesters go by much faster. A year ago today, I was celebrating my independence from graduate school. I'm not going to get all caught up in what's happened in the past year--especially since nothing much has happened and I don't really have anything to show for my MA. I am getting some writing done, though. Which is all I ever wanted, so I guess I'm happy.
I'm extra happy that I'm done teaching for the next month! I need a break before the summer quarter. But I'm not sitting at home, being unproductive. Nope, not at all. I'm working at the testing center, like I did last fall. I'll be here about 17 hours/week. It's pretty freaking sweet, too, because there are no classes while I'm here, and only a handful of testers. So basically, I get a nice, quiet place to work for 17 hours a week. In June, I'm going to start teaching again, and in July, I'm going to start getting more hours here at the center. All this adds up to a pretty nice summer.
Sigrid and I are working on the novel we plan to pitch in June. We started last Monday, and we're already at 30,000 words. This is writing quickly. But even better than that, we love the story. I adore the characters. The plot is wonderful. And the other night, when we realized something about our villains, I felt a thrill of genuine fear. I mean, a real, honest-to-God chill raced down my spine. I may not know much about pitching to agents, but I'm going to walk into that meeting with a lot of confidence. Also? Our hero is such a cuddly Woobie! Or maybe I'm slightly biased because I'm writing him.
Last night we were watching The Big Lebowski, and for the first time, I began to suspect that movie doesn't make any sense. What do you all think? I knew it was supposed to be like The Big Sleep and The Maltese Falcon, so I guess I shouldn't expect it to make sense. Who got the money in the end?
I'm extra happy that I'm done teaching for the next month! I need a break before the summer quarter. But I'm not sitting at home, being unproductive. Nope, not at all. I'm working at the testing center, like I did last fall. I'll be here about 17 hours/week. It's pretty freaking sweet, too, because there are no classes while I'm here, and only a handful of testers. So basically, I get a nice, quiet place to work for 17 hours a week. In June, I'm going to start teaching again, and in July, I'm going to start getting more hours here at the center. All this adds up to a pretty nice summer.
Sigrid and I are working on the novel we plan to pitch in June. We started last Monday, and we're already at 30,000 words. This is writing quickly. But even better than that, we love the story. I adore the characters. The plot is wonderful. And the other night, when we realized something about our villains, I felt a thrill of genuine fear. I mean, a real, honest-to-God chill raced down my spine. I may not know much about pitching to agents, but I'm going to walk into that meeting with a lot of confidence. Also? Our hero is such a cuddly Woobie! Or maybe I'm slightly biased because I'm writing him.
Last night we were watching The Big Lebowski, and for the first time, I began to suspect that movie doesn't make any sense. What do you all think? I knew it was supposed to be like The Big Sleep and The Maltese Falcon, so I guess I shouldn't expect it to make sense. Who got the money in the end?
I have things in mind that I need to post, and I make a note to myself to do so, and then I forget! I actually don't like the fact that my LJ is nothing but twitter posts, especially since I'm not really updating Twitter too much either on a daily basis. So...let's start at the top!
Last week, I took Lindy to the clinic for her throat, and while waiting for her, I asked if I could use their scale. They let me, and I learned I've lost TEN POUNDS since the first of April. Yes, despite my lack of daily updates, I am basically keeping up on the diet. I have failed a few times--the weekends are particularly hard on me--but I think my daily habits have improved enough that I'm still losing weight. I've also noticed that my appetite is in general much smaller and I can't eat nearly as much as I used to. For example, this weekend we ordered a pizza--not on our diet I know--and a large salad. I started with my portion of the salad, and then ate one small slice of pizza. In the past, I would have two LARGE slices of pizza, and then maybe eat the 3rd one instead of saving it for lunch the next day.
Last week, we got a bit of cash, and so I kind of went a little crazy. First, I bought Wilco tickets for June 19 in Vegas. I was really worried I wouldn't get to see them this spring because of money/timing issues, but it's happening! I couldn't be more happy!
The second thing I bought was a brand new tv. Samsung, 40 inches, 1080i LCD, and it's so unbelievably beautiful. We spent the morning shopping for televisions on Friday and it was really difficult to get everything we wanted for under a thousand dollars, but this TV fit the bill perfectly. We've called it Beatrice, and I love it. I'm still plagued with guilt over it because that's the way I roll, but ultimately, it's a beautiful tv and it's not like this baby won't last us for years. And the XBox looks SOOO amazing. God. It's just stunning.
The third thing I bought was a wireless router. It's difficult having 3 computers on the same modem. We had long, ugly gray cords stretching from one side of this apartment to the other--and two of them were broken and becoming more difficult to use. Rather than replacing them, we just got a router. We did not realize that putting the three of us on a router would mean that we could have the computers "talk" to the Xbox, and thus, watch movies and stream other media from our harddrives. Which is extra awesome on our new television.
The fourth thing I bought was a new laptop. This one is actually the most upsetting purchase for me. Last year I bought a new laptop that I quite liked--in fact, it hasn't even been a full year. Since July, my laptop and I have had a fruitful, happy relationship. But little did I know that terror lurked behind the corner. You see, HP computers have a problem. They overheat. A lot. This overheating adds to a second problem that is also very common. The components shift due to the heating, and the keyboard's connection to the motherboard becomes loose and the keyboard itself warps. When this happens, the G, H, ", and backspace key stop working. Try to write a sentence without using at least one of those keys. Now try to imagine writing a book! I could have bought a keyboard, but the way the house is set up, and the way I use my computer, that wouldn't have actually helped me. After much research, I learned that even the "fixes" aren't permanent fixes. So I bought a new Compaq. It was pretty cheap for a laptop, and I'm digging it so far.
The fifth thing I bought was a registration to a writer's conference in June. It is a very, very small one. I am probably going by myself. And I have an appointment with an agent to pitch a book we're still writing. With airfare and hotel, it'll cost me $500. This makes me entire body twist with horror and guilt. It seemed like a really good idea when I registered, and I cannot give up the opportunity to meet this agent, but goddamn do I feel bad about it. Seriously, when I registered I emailed the person in charge of the appointments, and she said she had just given the last slot to another author, but the agent in question agreed to meet with me anyway. And she is really the perfect agent for us, and I so very much want to take our career to the next level. So I gotta do it.
The sixth thing I bought were tickets for Star Trek IMAX for the May 7th showing at 10:00. 9 DAYS!!!!!!!!
With the remaining money, Jaime is going to pay off two of our credit cards. It's only a fraction of our total debt, but it'll be good to be rid of it.
Last week, I took Lindy to the clinic for her throat, and while waiting for her, I asked if I could use their scale. They let me, and I learned I've lost TEN POUNDS since the first of April. Yes, despite my lack of daily updates, I am basically keeping up on the diet. I have failed a few times--the weekends are particularly hard on me--but I think my daily habits have improved enough that I'm still losing weight. I've also noticed that my appetite is in general much smaller and I can't eat nearly as much as I used to. For example, this weekend we ordered a pizza--not on our diet I know--and a large salad. I started with my portion of the salad, and then ate one small slice of pizza. In the past, I would have two LARGE slices of pizza, and then maybe eat the 3rd one instead of saving it for lunch the next day.
Last week, we got a bit of cash, and so I kind of went a little crazy. First, I bought Wilco tickets for June 19 in Vegas. I was really worried I wouldn't get to see them this spring because of money/timing issues, but it's happening! I couldn't be more happy!
The second thing I bought was a brand new tv. Samsung, 40 inches, 1080i LCD, and it's so unbelievably beautiful. We spent the morning shopping for televisions on Friday and it was really difficult to get everything we wanted for under a thousand dollars, but this TV fit the bill perfectly. We've called it Beatrice, and I love it. I'm still plagued with guilt over it because that's the way I roll, but ultimately, it's a beautiful tv and it's not like this baby won't last us for years. And the XBox looks SOOO amazing. God. It's just stunning.
The third thing I bought was a wireless router. It's difficult having 3 computers on the same modem. We had long, ugly gray cords stretching from one side of this apartment to the other--and two of them were broken and becoming more difficult to use. Rather than replacing them, we just got a router. We did not realize that putting the three of us on a router would mean that we could have the computers "talk" to the Xbox, and thus, watch movies and stream other media from our harddrives. Which is extra awesome on our new television.
The fourth thing I bought was a new laptop. This one is actually the most upsetting purchase for me. Last year I bought a new laptop that I quite liked--in fact, it hasn't even been a full year. Since July, my laptop and I have had a fruitful, happy relationship. But little did I know that terror lurked behind the corner. You see, HP computers have a problem. They overheat. A lot. This overheating adds to a second problem that is also very common. The components shift due to the heating, and the keyboard's connection to the motherboard becomes loose and the keyboard itself warps. When this happens, the G, H, ", and backspace key stop working. Try to write a sentence without using at least one of those keys. Now try to imagine writing a book! I could have bought a keyboard, but the way the house is set up, and the way I use my computer, that wouldn't have actually helped me. After much research, I learned that even the "fixes" aren't permanent fixes. So I bought a new Compaq. It was pretty cheap for a laptop, and I'm digging it so far.
The fifth thing I bought was a registration to a writer's conference in June. It is a very, very small one. I am probably going by myself. And I have an appointment with an agent to pitch a book we're still writing. With airfare and hotel, it'll cost me $500. This makes me entire body twist with horror and guilt. It seemed like a really good idea when I registered, and I cannot give up the opportunity to meet this agent, but goddamn do I feel bad about it. Seriously, when I registered I emailed the person in charge of the appointments, and she said she had just given the last slot to another author, but the agent in question agreed to meet with me anyway. And she is really the perfect agent for us, and I so very much want to take our career to the next level. So I gotta do it.
The sixth thing I bought were tickets for Star Trek IMAX for the May 7th showing at 10:00. 9 DAYS!!!!!!!!
With the remaining money, Jaime is going to pay off two of our credit cards. It's only a fraction of our total debt, but it'll be good to be rid of it.
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