She Is Poetry and Prozac

Every year I make a writing-relating resolution. It's usually something specific and focused that I can work on slowly (read: procrastinate) for the next twelve months, and eventually never actually finish. This year, after having such a rewardingly-productive Yuletide season, I decided to join forces with the_afterlight and do things a little differently.

And then we completely lost our minds.

So I give you The Resolution Resolution, our pledge to write one NYR prompt a week for the next year. For those of you keeping count at home, that does indeed translate to 52 fics in 52 weeks. I have my "maybe" list narrowed down to about, oh, 620 prompts, so there's no shortage of potential. There will be occassional themes and challenges and surprises, and I think I speak for both of us when I say that it's both exciting and utterly terrifying.

The first fic on the docket is...

Lost In Translation
The Losers, Jensen/Cougar, Pooch, Clay, Aisha, Roque.
For just_katarin and elishavah. Characters are property of Diggle, Jock and Vertigo, I'm just playing with them for awhile. Can you blame me? They're kind of glorious.
Jensen's given a Spanish side mission, and learns more than he thought he would. Sometimes in song.

( "Spanish? Seriously, Clay?" )

This one got out of hand. I will not be writing 6500-word fics every week, I wouldn't survive the year if I did. But this was an absolute blast. I love writing stream of consciousness characters - the ramblers, the blurters, the ones that can't even shut up inside their own heads - and Jake Jensen is among the best of them.

Tris wrote an adorably delightful Final Fantasy XIII fic this week, Might As Well Be Me, so be sure to check that out as well.

See you next time!