(1) I just wrote a drabble for the "first lines" meme that I saw over in meredevachon's journal. Basically, the gist is - you take the first line of someone else's fic as the first line of your drabble. I'll put my own first lines behind a cut, below. In the meantime, here's what I wrote for her:
The message on his voice mail had been brief. It still made him feel old and helpless. Worse, he'd felt implicated; that had been his research that sent them out to the field.
"Bobby," Ellen choked, the rasp of her voice naming her without doubt, "Billy's dead. John just left here. I sent him up to you. Don't bring him to the funeral."
She'd cried then, and he'd heard it, in the time it took her to hang up. He couldn't picture her in tears, couldn't picture Billy dead either. But he could see John with guilt in his eyes.
(2) I signed up for NaNo and actually outlined my fic the other day - it's the Sam/OMC piece I've mentioned a couple of times. I was feeling kind of meh about it after I outlined it; the first bits are very clear in my head, but after that, it all gets very vague and handwavy. So I was considering not writing it after all, but then I had dinner last night with tenaciousmetoo, musesfool, and dotfic and came away with the idea that maybe just by starting the story, I'd gain enough momentum that the rest would come to me when it was needed. I sure hope so. I'm not trying to "win" NaNo or even hit a certain word count. I just think that this is the kind of story that might actually work when written this way - I tried this last year, and the result was "Nothing To See Here," a story that I found more satisfying than I'd originally hoped. So. I'm all set to make the experiment again.
(3) I'm toying with the idea of signing up for girlmostlikely's very cool spn_apocasmut challenge. One of the prompts (claimed, but open for sharing) fits in really nicely with an idea I've had for a Sam-het future-fic. But do I really want another challenge on my plate? I've got NaNo, two other long stories I'm writing, a birthday fic due early next month, and the next Ben and Dean scene too. Plus I think I'd like to do a fic for picfor1000 again this year; that's such a cool challenge. Encourage or discourage at will.
(4) Are we just not getting director's cuts this season? I'm not seeing them, and I'm not seeing any flist-y squee over them either. Hmmm.
(5) So, here are my first lines if you'd like to drabble.
1. He hadn’t realized there could be a downside to losing the baby fat.
2. This place reeks.
3. He has a face like a fallen angel and a drifter's possessive gait, walking tall like he owns and spurns everything the eye can see.
4. "So this is a temperate climate, huh?"
5. Daddy thinks he's making sense.
6. Dean comes back from parking the Impala, sees him sitting on the open sofabed, and tightens his lips just like Mary used to - careful, bracing, buying time.
7. The first time Dean hears anything about it, he's got forty dollars in his pocket and a bottle of spaghetti sauce in his hand.
8. The older boy slides in next to the little one, pulls a box of crayons from his bag, and hands it over.
9. Sam sits.
10. The truth of it is that Sammy doesn't need him anymore.
11. I made a rabbit today.
12. Sometimes he almost forgets Dean is a pretty decent human being.
13. "No," she says. "Absolutely not."
14. Given his size, Sam should take up more space than most people.
15. He was conceived, born, and raised on the mountain.
16. The view is different from the front seat, but it doesn't feel right for him to be up here next to Dad while Dean is in the back.
17. Good is a trap for a girl.
18. Dalton, Wyoming hadn't been the site of any particularly nasty hunts, and all three of them had managed to go six months in that town without needing to be hospitalized.
19. He can't remember too much about Christmas.
20. "You're a pansy, Winchester!" Janet Creegan roars; he can make out her general shape if he looks straight up and squints a bit.
21a. Dean gets rid of the spider and shoves the laptop toward Sam.
21b. Dean gets rid of the spider and Sam sinks shakily into the chair.
22. He knows he's not a moody punk like Sam - he refuses to be - so the abrupt flip he makes between exhilaration and mortification catches him by surprise.
23. She takes a moment to wonder which cage her brother had been thrown into, hers or Sam's.
24. She's full, pleasantly sated, and the moonlight is sharp.
25. It's the third week of September, and Sam is in love.
26. Sam's down there, down where the water's gone from green to blue to dark.
27. Sammy is coming at him butt first, indestructible sippy-cup clutched in one cookie-crumbed hand and in the other, Mike Mulligan and His Steam Shovel, extensively annotated in crayon.
28. With his eyes narrowed in what he must think is a threatening manner and his face scrunched up in a supposedly menacing frown, Sammy Winchester is so cute she wants to wrap him up and put him in her pocket.
29. Jess is standing on the corner, looking at him with cool, enigmatic eyes, and he knows this is sick, knows he shouldn't dive into the memory with anything approaching eagerness, but he wonders if just maybe she'll say something this time.
30. Sam's tiredly counting the cracks in the ceiling when his cell phone rings.
31. Turns out the dogs only come when you're running.
32. "Ta-da," Dean rasps and Sammy opens his eyes to see a big rectangular cake with a candle stuck in the middle put in front of him.
33. There are two months left in the year that Dean narrowed his life down to when Sam sees the first of the articles online.
34. John's not going to get any more relaxed than this, no matter how many more beers Jim pushes across the table.
35. Sammy comes awake with a snort, knees slamming into the glove compartment and knocking his head against the window.
Have at it!