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Jun. 17th, 2015 02:17 pmYay, almost two years since last post. Jeez, it's not like I'm doing anything useful with my life.
Sometimes, I think that in a former incarnation, I was a magpie: easily distracted by all things bright and shiny. Or maybe I just don't want to grow up.
Monday was my birthday, and I am now officially middle-aged at 46, I am told. Who decides these things? Other than various health problems, I still feel like I'm twenty-one. SO THERE. Not much celebrating going on, unfortunately, and I'm a wee bit disappointed that I did not get to enjoy a cake THE SIZE OF A VOLKSWAGEN at work, but I'm trying the gluten-free thing anyway. I should probably stay away from cake, heh. So I guess it's just as well that nobody brought anything, even if it made me pout at the time. I did get a celebratory cheeseburger and cherry pie a la mode at the local diner with Mom, so that was mightily awesome. My friend Amanda flew out from Wisconsin this week and we're getting together tonight, wheeeee! I'm leaving work shortly so that I can catch an early bus.
Tomorrow, Stoli goes to the groomers' to get all gussied up in preparation for Take Your Dog To Work Day, which I JUST NOW discovered is actually on June 26, not June 19. MOTHERFUCKER. I've been functioning under this misapprehension for MONTHS. Well, it's probably better for Stoli to have the extra time to calm down; she's so high-strung. Anyway, since Amanda and I are going out tonight and will probably stay out late, it will be nice to have an extra hour or two to sleep in the morning. It will be even nicer to work from home until it's time to pick up the furball, and then I only have to go in for the staff summer picnic. Woot!
Fannishly, I'm voraciously reading Teen Wolf fanfic, Sterek pairing. Don't ask me why... I haven't watched the show since Season One. I'm not sure if I'll ever get my writing mojo back... it's depressing to think that the well has run utterly dry, but it's been so long since I felt that spark of creativity, I've just about given up hope. I'm reading more and watching less, weirdly.
Hopefully, in my next posting, I will remember to talk about how our entire department was packed up and shipped off to the wilds of East Falls, inside of two weeks. Bit of shock, that.
Hope everyone's having a decent time of it. Cheers!
Sometimes, I think that in a former incarnation, I was a magpie: easily distracted by all things bright and shiny. Or maybe I just don't want to grow up.
Monday was my birthday, and I am now officially middle-aged at 46, I am told. Who decides these things? Other than various health problems, I still feel like I'm twenty-one. SO THERE. Not much celebrating going on, unfortunately, and I'm a wee bit disappointed that I did not get to enjoy a cake THE SIZE OF A VOLKSWAGEN at work, but I'm trying the gluten-free thing anyway. I should probably stay away from cake, heh. So I guess it's just as well that nobody brought anything, even if it made me pout at the time. I did get a celebratory cheeseburger and cherry pie a la mode at the local diner with Mom, so that was mightily awesome. My friend Amanda flew out from Wisconsin this week and we're getting together tonight, wheeeee! I'm leaving work shortly so that I can catch an early bus.
Tomorrow, Stoli goes to the groomers' to get all gussied up in preparation for Take Your Dog To Work Day, which I JUST NOW discovered is actually on June 26, not June 19. MOTHERFUCKER. I've been functioning under this misapprehension for MONTHS. Well, it's probably better for Stoli to have the extra time to calm down; she's so high-strung. Anyway, since Amanda and I are going out tonight and will probably stay out late, it will be nice to have an extra hour or two to sleep in the morning. It will be even nicer to work from home until it's time to pick up the furball, and then I only have to go in for the staff summer picnic. Woot!
Fannishly, I'm voraciously reading Teen Wolf fanfic, Sterek pairing. Don't ask me why... I haven't watched the show since Season One. I'm not sure if I'll ever get my writing mojo back... it's depressing to think that the well has run utterly dry, but it's been so long since I felt that spark of creativity, I've just about given up hope. I'm reading more and watching less, weirdly.
Hopefully, in my next posting, I will remember to talk about how our entire department was packed up and shipped off to the wilds of East Falls, inside of two weeks. Bit of shock, that.
Hope everyone's having a decent time of it. Cheers!
SOMETHING NEW-ISH.
May. 15th, 2012 12:16 pmI've been miserable for a couple of years, now, because I feel like I've completely lost my mojo when it comes to writing. I'll have great ideas, and maybe even get a sentence out, but then everything just comes to a sputtering halt. If I try to force it, it becomes such dreck that I have, occasionally, actually gagged.
So I had this thought . . . perhaps, part of the problem is that I'm not doing any real writing of any kind any more. And by that, I mean, I'm not posting regularly in LJ -- I'm certainly not talking about anything useful on Facebook. I've given myself no chance to put together any cohesive thoughts about any of the myriad topics that usually strike my fancy.
Okay, and yes, I'm bored senseless, true.
Still, I think this is worth a try. I'm not going to set some sort of crazily high standard for myself like daily posts . . . that takes a sort of discipline I just don't possess! My goal right now is just once a week.
Once a week, I want to put together a post about something, fannish or not, fic-related or otherwise. Hell, I might really go out on a limb and talk about politics.
It sounds like a simple enough idea, but I've been horribly lax about posting in the last ( LET'S ADMIT IT ) few years, so I'm hoping I can make myself stick to the plan. I'm not usually very good at that sort of thing, but I do want to try.
We shall see.
So I had this thought . . . perhaps, part of the problem is that I'm not doing any real writing of any kind any more. And by that, I mean, I'm not posting regularly in LJ -- I'm certainly not talking about anything useful on Facebook. I've given myself no chance to put together any cohesive thoughts about any of the myriad topics that usually strike my fancy.
Okay, and yes, I'm bored senseless, true.
Still, I think this is worth a try. I'm not going to set some sort of crazily high standard for myself like daily posts . . . that takes a sort of discipline I just don't possess! My goal right now is just once a week.
Once a week, I want to put together a post about something, fannish or not, fic-related or otherwise. Hell, I might really go out on a limb and talk about politics.
It sounds like a simple enough idea, but I've been horribly lax about posting in the last ( LET'S ADMIT IT ) few years, so I'm hoping I can make myself stick to the plan. I'm not usually very good at that sort of thing, but I do want to try.
We shall see.
Actually, I spent Snowzilla 2010 curled up on the couch with my shiny new baby laptop, writing fic, as one does.
I have this J2 story that's been languishing since April 16, 2008.
Finally finished a whole mess of connecting stuff and wrote what I happen to think is a pretty hot sex scene.
Of course, the boys aren't done struggling through their crisis yet, so their "morning-after" argument could be best summed up like this:
JENSEN: YOU SAID THAT YOU WERE MINE, THAT YOU’D ALWAYS BEEN MINE.
JARED: I WAS CAUGHT UP IN THE MOMENT. ALSO, HELLO, ABOUT TO GET LAID, NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANYTHING I SAID.
JENSEN: FUCKER.
*snerk*
Anyway, it is now, basically, about two scenes from FINALLY FUCKING FINISHED, at which point I will give myself permission to start the SPN / Leverage crossover AU that's been tickling my fancy.
And the SGA Eighties high school McShep is now, also, only about one, possibly two, chapters away from an ending, yay! And then I can start the White Collar apocalyptic futurefic that I dreamed up the other night while under the influence of far too much Bailey's Irish Cream.
What can I say. Whiskey, apparently, not only makes me angry . . . it makes me write apocafic.
Go figure.
As long as I'm writing, I don't fucking care.
I'm so embarrassed that it takes me so long to finish anything. I'm way too easily distracted by shiny new ideas, and unfortunately for me, the way I write has always been dependent upon inspiration rather than perspiration, so if the muses fuck off for vacation in Tahiti, I'm fucked, too.
Let's hope this little spate of productivity continues for a bit, shall we?
I have this J2 story that's been languishing since April 16, 2008.
Finally finished a whole mess of connecting stuff and wrote what I happen to think is a pretty hot sex scene.
Of course, the boys aren't done struggling through their crisis yet, so their "morning-after" argument could be best summed up like this:
JENSEN: YOU SAID THAT YOU WERE MINE, THAT YOU’D ALWAYS BEEN MINE.
JARED: I WAS CAUGHT UP IN THE MOMENT. ALSO, HELLO, ABOUT TO GET LAID, NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANYTHING I SAID.
JENSEN: FUCKER.
*snerk*
Anyway, it is now, basically, about two scenes from FINALLY FUCKING FINISHED, at which point I will give myself permission to start the SPN / Leverage crossover AU that's been tickling my fancy.
And the SGA Eighties high school McShep is now, also, only about one, possibly two, chapters away from an ending, yay! And then I can start the White Collar apocalyptic futurefic that I dreamed up the other night while under the influence of far too much Bailey's Irish Cream.
What can I say. Whiskey, apparently, not only makes me angry . . . it makes me write apocafic.
Go figure.
As long as I'm writing, I don't fucking care.
I'm so embarrassed that it takes me so long to finish anything. I'm way too easily distracted by shiny new ideas, and unfortunately for me, the way I write has always been dependent upon inspiration rather than perspiration, so if the muses fuck off for vacation in Tahiti, I'm fucked, too.
Let's hope this little spate of productivity continues for a bit, shall we?
RANDOM TV.
Jan. 22nd, 2009 12:04 pmA little disappointed am I in Leverage 1:8, "The Mile High Job". It gave me a sense that the characters were out of their element, and because of that, I felt the episode lacked cohesion. Also, what was the point with the Genogrow security specialist being on board the plane? Why was he earmarked for liquidation? I get the accountant chick . . . that makes sense. I think I'm missing something and I need to re-watch the ep.
Nate and Sophie are becoming a bit predictable, though. I keep shouting at the screen, "Would you just *fuck* already!"
Of course, I loved Spencer as an air marshal. *snerk*
Message to Christian Kane: No, the fucking idiotic soul patch does NOT make you look badass; it makes you look STUPID. Shave, for God's sake. Also, a long blunt haircut is no one's friend, especially yours. Again with the stupid. CUT YOUR GODDAMN HAIR.
I want to write an SPN / Leverage crossover wherein Spencer tangles with the Winchester brothers over an artifact. I am trying VERY HARD not to start it until I finish something else in my WiPs folder.
Last night I watched Criminal Minds for the first time in eons and enjoyed it immensely. Though I didn't know Mandy Patinkin had left the show and I kept saying, "What is Joe Montegna *doing* here?"
I was rooting for the family of serial killers to escape, but the ending was pretty cool anyway. That other kid, at the very end, though, was FUCKING CREEPY-LOOKING, what with the bug eyes and all.
Anybody else notice that the second girl they swiped was played by the girl who played child-Lilith in SPN "No Rest For The Wicked" and "Yellow Fever"? It must have been SPN-alumni night, because Madison showed up on CSI: NY, also. And I spotted someone else on yet another show, but now I can't remember who it was or what role he played.
I rewatched SPN "Heaven and Hell" and was struck all over again by how silly the sex seemed. Dean has had more chemistry with a CHEESEBURGER than he did with Anna . . . though I do not object whatsoever to the gratuitous shirtlessness. I've always had a thing for shoulders and arms and hands on a guy, and now I can add "Jensen Ackles' naked back" to the list of THINGS THAT TURN ME ON INSTANTLY. Music choice for seduction, though? SERIOUSLY LAME.
I saw some of the stills from My Bloody Valentine recently, and I'm surprised to say that I think Jensen might be working out a bit too much. He's starting to look kind of . . . uneven. You know, out-of-proportion. Awesome under clothes, but a little weird out of them.
Still, the pretty kind of makes up for it.
And I also saw an episode of Bones, which I ( surprisingly ) enjoyed. I'd watched the pilot when it premiered, been vastly disappointed, and never bothered with it again. But this episode was funny and snarky and quite entertaining! Amanda has the whole series on DVD, so I might borrow it from her and get caught up.
Just what I need, another show to follow. GODDAMMIT.
My supervisor just informed me that the latest issue of TV Guide says that this is the final season for Prison Break. This is most disappointing! Still, TV Guide has been known to be wrong, and I can certainly understand that the writers may have milked the concept for all it's worth.
I will miss my Monday-night eye candy, though. *sighs*
Seems like that's it for now! I'm sure I'll think of more to say, as soon as I hit POST.
Nate and Sophie are becoming a bit predictable, though. I keep shouting at the screen, "Would you just *fuck* already!"
Of course, I loved Spencer as an air marshal. *snerk*
Message to Christian Kane: No, the fucking idiotic soul patch does NOT make you look badass; it makes you look STUPID. Shave, for God's sake. Also, a long blunt haircut is no one's friend, especially yours. Again with the stupid. CUT YOUR GODDAMN HAIR.
I want to write an SPN / Leverage crossover wherein Spencer tangles with the Winchester brothers over an artifact. I am trying VERY HARD not to start it until I finish something else in my WiPs folder.
Last night I watched Criminal Minds for the first time in eons and enjoyed it immensely. Though I didn't know Mandy Patinkin had left the show and I kept saying, "What is Joe Montegna *doing* here?"
I was rooting for the family of serial killers to escape, but the ending was pretty cool anyway. That other kid, at the very end, though, was FUCKING CREEPY-LOOKING, what with the bug eyes and all.
Anybody else notice that the second girl they swiped was played by the girl who played child-Lilith in SPN "No Rest For The Wicked" and "Yellow Fever"? It must have been SPN-alumni night, because Madison showed up on CSI: NY, also. And I spotted someone else on yet another show, but now I can't remember who it was or what role he played.
I rewatched SPN "Heaven and Hell" and was struck all over again by how silly the sex seemed. Dean has had more chemistry with a CHEESEBURGER than he did with Anna . . . though I do not object whatsoever to the gratuitous shirtlessness. I've always had a thing for shoulders and arms and hands on a guy, and now I can add "Jensen Ackles' naked back" to the list of THINGS THAT TURN ME ON INSTANTLY. Music choice for seduction, though? SERIOUSLY LAME.
I saw some of the stills from My Bloody Valentine recently, and I'm surprised to say that I think Jensen might be working out a bit too much. He's starting to look kind of . . . uneven. You know, out-of-proportion. Awesome under clothes, but a little weird out of them.
Still, the pretty kind of makes up for it.
And I also saw an episode of Bones, which I ( surprisingly ) enjoyed. I'd watched the pilot when it premiered, been vastly disappointed, and never bothered with it again. But this episode was funny and snarky and quite entertaining! Amanda has the whole series on DVD, so I might borrow it from her and get caught up.
Just what I need, another show to follow. GODDAMMIT.
My supervisor just informed me that the latest issue of TV Guide says that this is the final season for Prison Break. This is most disappointing! Still, TV Guide has been known to be wrong, and I can certainly understand that the writers may have milked the concept for all it's worth.
I will miss my Monday-night eye candy, though. *sighs*
Seems like that's it for now! I'm sure I'll think of more to say, as soon as I hit POST.
Music. Damn, damn, damn.
May. 15th, 2008 11:02 amYou know, when iTunes did their single-of-the-week thing, I snapped up Duffy's Mercy. You think I can find it on my hard drive now? Nooooooooooo.
Anybody got? I'll happily trade for it.
And hey, while I'm scavenging . . . I don't know why, but I'm really liking the new Kid Rock song. What's it called? All Summer Long? Yeah, that one.
The weirdest songs are ending up on my playlist for this J2 story I'm writing from
mediaville's bunny.
Sigh.
Anybody got? I'll happily trade for it.
And hey, while I'm scavenging . . . I don't know why, but I'm really liking the new Kid Rock song. What's it called? All Summer Long? Yeah, that one.
The weirdest songs are ending up on my playlist for this J2 story I'm writing from
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Sigh.
JUST WHAT I NEED - MORE PLOTSQUIRRELS.
May. 5th, 2008 05:28 pmBut, OMG, I want to see the results of this challenge!
Gakked from
seperis.
Gakked from
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From devin_chain, a challenge:
I wish for a multi-fandom Tale of Two Cities/Scarlet Pimpernel Fic, Art, Vid, etc. Fest. Any rating. Any fandom. Slash, het, gen...whatever. First time, friendship, romance, h/c, darkfic, humor, etc. Writers pick either of the two works or blend elements of both. They go short as drabbles or long as novels -- series, even. I dream of vids, wallpapers, banners, covers, icons which bring your worlds alive.
Transfer the French Revolution to the Pegasus Galaxy, to Princeton-Plainsboro Hospital, to Hogwarts, to the Impala, to Metropolis, to Los Angeles before the Terminators, to Cardiff, to the Tardis, to Bandom, to your favorite wealthy RPS boys' concerts or trailers or hotels or mansions....
Class warfare. Caste systems. Mistaken identity.Masks. Cross-dressing. Doppelgangers. Doublecrosses. Decadant aristocratic gatherings. Beautiful clothes dragged through streets running with blood. Threat of the guillotine. Knitting. Playing the fop to disappoint those your character loves, and then secretly leading heroic missions. Your hero sacrificing her/his life - or something precious if you loathe deathfic - when no one expects that sort of act from her/him. Offering comfort to another while on the way to execution or loss. Belief a spouse works for the enemy and finding proof s/he does. An unhappy marriage which finds its happy resolution. Whatever other permutation you want.
If you're interested in such an event, copy and paste the above into your LJ, IJ, JF, GJ, etc. Post what you write/draw/edit where/when you want, but please leave a link in my LJ if you're so inclined.
Even if you don't want to participate, please consider passing it on. Add to the suggestions any way you wish.
Hey,
algernon_mouse! Wanna tig? I've got this whole bunny thing happening all of the sudden. Dunno why.
Come play with meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
You know, before the mania wears off. ;)
I wrote a couple of paragraphs already, and I have background for the characters. You know, if you wanna play.
I'll be over here, champing impatiently at my bit.
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Come play with meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
You know, before the mania wears off. ;)
I wrote a couple of paragraphs already, and I have background for the characters. You know, if you wanna play.
I'll be over here, champing impatiently at my bit.
DESPERATE TIMES AND DESPERATE MEASURES.
Oct. 23rd, 2007 11:47 amOkay, SOMETHING has to jumpstart the muses.
Gakked from everyone and their sisters . . . .
First fifteen people to comment get drabbles.
Frankly, I don't think that fifteen people actually *read* this journal, but hey. I didn't write the meme.
In theory, I can write in SV, SPN, BtVS, SGA, NCIS, and CSI:LV. But try me on whatever, maybe something will shake loose. Prompts are my friends! Detailed prompts are even better friends, especially if it's an unfamiliar fandom. I probably can't write anything except slash, although I might be able to do gen.
Gakked from everyone and their sisters . . . .
First fifteen people to comment get drabbles.
Frankly, I don't think that fifteen people actually *read* this journal, but hey. I didn't write the meme.
In theory, I can write in SV, SPN, BtVS, SGA, NCIS, and CSI:LV. But try me on whatever, maybe something will shake loose. Prompts are my friends! Detailed prompts are even better friends, especially if it's an unfamiliar fandom. I probably can't write anything except slash, although I might be able to do gen.
He makes some good points . . . ones I hadn't considered, other than to get pissed off about the grand injustice of it all.
I also find it interesting that the human condition is such that the need to identify as part of a group -- any group -- takes paramount importance over just about anything else.
Because, when you think about it? Why does it really matter who you fuck, or who you want to fuck, or who you think about maybe fucking? Why is it so important that it has to define who you are, who you see yourself as a person?
I'm interested in hearing other points of view on the topic. My thoughts are a bit vague and formless . . . it would be nice to bounce some ideas around.
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I also find it interesting that the human condition is such that the need to identify as part of a group -- any group -- takes paramount importance over just about anything else.
Because, when you think about it? Why does it really matter who you fuck, or who you want to fuck, or who you think about maybe fucking? Why is it so important that it has to define who you are, who you see yourself as a person?
I'm interested in hearing other points of view on the topic. My thoughts are a bit vague and formless . . . it would be nice to bounce some ideas around.
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Dec. 30th, 2003 03:01 pmI wrote this in a comment response to a post by
thamiris here, about writing and some of the difficulties thereof associated. I really liked the way my thoughts crystallized, so I'm posting it here.
There is a richness, a rhythm and a beauty to language that we, I think, as female writers, are trained to avoid as an unsavory example of excess abandon. We are guided into a puritanical, recitative role of objective narration, discouraged from enjoying the lush sensuality of our own prose, instructed with the literary equivalent of, "Lie back and think of England."
Like orgasm, writing happens best and most successfully when we don't think, don't obsess, don't worry . . . when the words and the characters flow as they will, not as we might have them. When we *create* rather than *narrate*, bloom rather than sprout, explode in a great and glorious burst of the jism of creativity rather than doggedly pursuing the outlined destination . . . *that* is when we are happiest with our work and our words.
That said, I fear most the loss of that literary orgasm -- the departure of the muse or the circuit breaker that allows my creativity a direct channel to my keyboard, as if my fingers are no more than a physical conduit to the words that are pouring forth. "Jumping the Moon" is still the story I love best, the one of which I'd never change a letter, the one that says it all for me and then some. And I wrote it in two days, typing in such a rush that I did not even recognize sentences as something I'd written, as if my mind and my body were completely divorced from each other.
The fact that I've been blocked on all my other fic tells me that, like with sex, I've been trying too hard to make the story come, and not spending enough time just lettting it happen. With the invariable end result the same . . . throwing my hands in the air, literally or metaphorically, putting on my robe and wandering off to find myself some ice cream.
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There is a richness, a rhythm and a beauty to language that we, I think, as female writers, are trained to avoid as an unsavory example of excess abandon. We are guided into a puritanical, recitative role of objective narration, discouraged from enjoying the lush sensuality of our own prose, instructed with the literary equivalent of, "Lie back and think of England."
Like orgasm, writing happens best and most successfully when we don't think, don't obsess, don't worry . . . when the words and the characters flow as they will, not as we might have them. When we *create* rather than *narrate*, bloom rather than sprout, explode in a great and glorious burst of the jism of creativity rather than doggedly pursuing the outlined destination . . . *that* is when we are happiest with our work and our words.
That said, I fear most the loss of that literary orgasm -- the departure of the muse or the circuit breaker that allows my creativity a direct channel to my keyboard, as if my fingers are no more than a physical conduit to the words that are pouring forth. "Jumping the Moon" is still the story I love best, the one of which I'd never change a letter, the one that says it all for me and then some. And I wrote it in two days, typing in such a rush that I did not even recognize sentences as something I'd written, as if my mind and my body were completely divorced from each other.
The fact that I've been blocked on all my other fic tells me that, like with sex, I've been trying too hard to make the story come, and not spending enough time just lettting it happen. With the invariable end result the same . . . throwing my hands in the air, literally or metaphorically, putting on my robe and wandering off to find myself some ice cream.
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Aug. 15th, 2003 10:48 amYou know, for all the yammering going on about how awful SV fen are . . . I have yet to have a bad experience with any of them.
Everyone I've been lucky enough to interact with has been unfailingly pleasant, unbelievably helpful, and unswervingly kind.
I have yet to meet anyone who seems to be gratuitously cruel, outrageously mean, or slavishly nasty.
Then again, I'm not as closely involved in fandom as are many others. I don't participate in discussion lists ( having long ago wearied of flame wars ) and I'm pretty much just hanging out on LJ, going, "Ooh, pretty." Some fic from time to time, but nothing huge.
And speaking of fic, SV has the reputation, apparently, as the fandom that eats its young writers.
Nobody's tried to eat me. Maybe I should be disappointed?
When I've asked for responses, I've received them. When I've requested constructive criticism, I've gotten that. When I've looked for betas, people have jumped up to help out . . . and if I'm a little grouchy about their suggestions, it's only because I'm lazy and fixing the story means doing more work.
So in sum . . . I blow kisses in the direction of all the SV people I know.
Because it sounds like you probably need them. :)>
Everyone I've been lucky enough to interact with has been unfailingly pleasant, unbelievably helpful, and unswervingly kind.
I have yet to meet anyone who seems to be gratuitously cruel, outrageously mean, or slavishly nasty.
Then again, I'm not as closely involved in fandom as are many others. I don't participate in discussion lists ( having long ago wearied of flame wars ) and I'm pretty much just hanging out on LJ, going, "Ooh, pretty." Some fic from time to time, but nothing huge.
And speaking of fic, SV has the reputation, apparently, as the fandom that eats its young writers.
Nobody's tried to eat me. Maybe I should be disappointed?
When I've asked for responses, I've received them. When I've requested constructive criticism, I've gotten that. When I've looked for betas, people have jumped up to help out . . . and if I'm a little grouchy about their suggestions, it's only because I'm lazy and fixing the story means doing more work.
So in sum . . . I blow kisses in the direction of all the SV people I know.
Because it sounds like you probably need them. :)>
It's Friiiiiiiiiiiiiiday!!!
Mar. 21st, 2003 10:35 amI'm a reasonably happy rat today. That's unusual.
In good news: I went out to Lancaster last weekend and picked up my dog's wheelchair. She's acclimating to it nicely, and in fact, has asked to be put into it twice this week.
That could be, of course, because I've been giving her steak while she's in it.
It didn't take her long at all to figure out that contraption + dog = walkies. I'm really pleased that she's taken to it so well. Since she was diagnosed with canine multiple sclerosis in the fall, we've gradually had to almost eliminate nightly walks, and it's been hard on both of us.
I've taken pictures, which I will eventually post. Sam looks kind of cute in her cart.
Did some writing last night before I left work. I hesitate to announce the end of writer's block, but I feel positive.
It's weird how much better I feel when I'm writing. I decided the other day that I *will* write, as much as possible . . . even if it's the kind of unabashed Mary Sue fic where I even go so far as to write in the first person and use my real name.
The arrival of spring also seems to be helping. The nice thing about a harsh winter is that I get really excited to see crocuses and daffodils. Which is how it should be.
Plus, I have on a new sweater in a cheery salmon color.
And we're winning the war. This is cool.
Not that war, itself, is cool. I'm happy that we're *winning*. ( Hawkish thoughts and deeds here. )
So anyway. I'm feeling pretty damn good.
In good news: I went out to Lancaster last weekend and picked up my dog's wheelchair. She's acclimating to it nicely, and in fact, has asked to be put into it twice this week.
That could be, of course, because I've been giving her steak while she's in it.
It didn't take her long at all to figure out that contraption + dog = walkies. I'm really pleased that she's taken to it so well. Since she was diagnosed with canine multiple sclerosis in the fall, we've gradually had to almost eliminate nightly walks, and it's been hard on both of us.
I've taken pictures, which I will eventually post. Sam looks kind of cute in her cart.
Did some writing last night before I left work. I hesitate to announce the end of writer's block, but I feel positive.
It's weird how much better I feel when I'm writing. I decided the other day that I *will* write, as much as possible . . . even if it's the kind of unabashed Mary Sue fic where I even go so far as to write in the first person and use my real name.
The arrival of spring also seems to be helping. The nice thing about a harsh winter is that I get really excited to see crocuses and daffodils. Which is how it should be.
Plus, I have on a new sweater in a cheery salmon color.
And we're winning the war. This is cool.
Not that war, itself, is cool. I'm happy that we're *winning*. ( Hawkish thoughts and deeds here. )
So anyway. I'm feeling pretty damn good.
write what?
Aug. 9th, 2002 04:49 pmI can do this. I know I can, I know I can, I know I can.
I *must* get past this block of mine and get some fucking fic going! I was so ecstatic a few weeks ago when I got a good start on something . . . now it's just fizzled hopelessly away.
Pffft.
Deadlines make me queasy. I can't possibly imagine what I could possibly write in the next four weeks, but I need to get something comprehensive and worthwhile going in the slow cooker of my brain.
Deadlines without guidelines absolutely *suck*. All I've got to go on is "all stories must be either from the POV of a 'secondary character' (in this case, NOT Clark) or be *about* a secondary character".
Grumble.
I think part of my problem is that the category is too damned broad. Well, that, and the whole writer's-block thing that I've got going on.
How do people *do* it? Just churn out fic on command? I'm at a loss. Authors? Other points of view are most welcome.
Anybody want to challenge me? Maybe that will help.
I *must* get past this block of mine and get some fucking fic going! I was so ecstatic a few weeks ago when I got a good start on something . . . now it's just fizzled hopelessly away.
Pffft.
Deadlines make me queasy. I can't possibly imagine what I could possibly write in the next four weeks, but I need to get something comprehensive and worthwhile going in the slow cooker of my brain.
Deadlines without guidelines absolutely *suck*. All I've got to go on is "all stories must be either from the POV of a 'secondary character' (in this case, NOT Clark
Grumble.
I think part of my problem is that the category is too damned broad. Well, that, and the whole writer's-block thing that I've got going on.
How do people *do* it? Just churn out fic on command? I'm at a loss. Authors? Other points of view are most welcome.
Anybody want to challenge me? Maybe that will help.
The author's dilemma . . .
Aug. 8th, 2002 04:47 pmSo, I decided that I needed to get over my unreasonable jealousy and possessiveness, and I agreed to allow my story to be posted as a challenge for a sequel. It feels sort of weird. God, I hope people write some decent stuff.
Hell, I just hope I can finish my own damn sequel within some reasonable period of time.
Thanks to those of you who helped me settle the question.
Hell, I just hope I can finish my own damn sequel within some reasonable period of time.
Thanks to those of you who helped me settle the question.
A serious question . . . .
Aug. 6th, 2002 05:35 pmHey guys. I need input on this.
Someone wrote to me about my story, "Jumping The Moon." She runs a fanfic challenge site, and wanted to know if she could post a challenge to other authors to write a sequel to it. The tone of her letter was quite complimentary -- it's not like I'm being asked to offer up a story to be totally spoofed.
I don't know whether to agree or not.
On one hand . . . I *have* been in the process of writing a sequel of my own. You've all been privy to my struggles with it.
On the other . . . it would be neat to see what other people come up with.
Then again, what if they suck?
Do I have the right to be so territorial and protective of my story, or am I being unbearably pretentious?
Should I agree, but call dibs on the title I've come up with? Should I agree, but ask for a few months to finish my own work? Should I tell her to not even think about it?
All of the above? None of the above?
Seriously. I'm really on the horns of a dilemma, here.
Suggestions? Ideas? Feelings?
Someone wrote to me about my story, "Jumping The Moon." She runs a fanfic challenge site, and wanted to know if she could post a challenge to other authors to write a sequel to it. The tone of her letter was quite complimentary -- it's not like I'm being asked to offer up a story to be totally spoofed.
I don't know whether to agree or not.
On one hand . . . I *have* been in the process of writing a sequel of my own. You've all been privy to my struggles with it.
On the other . . . it would be neat to see what other people come up with.
Then again, what if they suck?
Do I have the right to be so territorial and protective of my story, or am I being unbearably pretentious?
Should I agree, but call dibs on the title I've come up with? Should I agree, but ask for a few months to finish my own work? Should I tell her to not even think about it?
All of the above? None of the above?
Seriously. I'm really on the horns of a dilemma, here.
Suggestions? Ideas? Feelings?
Fanfic / feedback wars
Jul. 11th, 2002 12:18 pmMy god. This is the subject that won't go away.
It's like Chinese food. You eat it for hours, until you're ready to burst, and then you look at the carton and find out that you've only managed to lower the level of fried rice by, like, half an inch.
I'm only following the author wars in other people's live journals, so perhaps I'm lacking some depth of experience.
The concept of flaming is an interesting one. What, exactly, constitutes a flame?
I have been known to send feedback to authors that discussed how disturbing I found a story to be. I once sent a feedback that talked about how wonderful the story was, that it could actually make me hate the author a little bit for writing it.
I never heard anything back from that author, but perhaps she thought I was a nut case.
I might very well be, but the fact that she was able to inspire something like virulent hatred in me was the highest compliment I've ever paid to an author.
I didn't consider that message to be a flame. I certainly didn't mean it that way, and I would hope that the author did not take it that way. I like to think that the reason I never heard so much as a thank-you was just that the author in question doesn't do thanks for feedback.
Which puts this author in the rude category, but hey. World's full of them.
As a beginning author myself, maybe I'm more rabid than most about thanking people for taking the time to tell me *anything* about my story. The people who mentioned things that they *didn't* like still got notes from me, because I think it's polite.
Feedback is a gift.
hackthis said it well, better probably than I could have. Go here and read what she has to say.
Sums it up quite nicely.
Knowing how oversensitive I can be (just ask my betas! ::: blowing kisses :::), I'm inclined to be more tolerant of diva-like behavior in an author. But that's no excuse for rudeness, which is all that a flamewar really is.
We're all adults here. Let's act like it.
And again . . . let me mention the concept of free will and the delete key
It's like Chinese food. You eat it for hours, until you're ready to burst, and then you look at the carton and find out that you've only managed to lower the level of fried rice by, like, half an inch.
I'm only following the author wars in other people's live journals, so perhaps I'm lacking some depth of experience.
The concept of flaming is an interesting one. What, exactly, constitutes a flame?
I have been known to send feedback to authors that discussed how disturbing I found a story to be. I once sent a feedback that talked about how wonderful the story was, that it could actually make me hate the author a little bit for writing it.
I never heard anything back from that author, but perhaps she thought I was a nut case.
I might very well be, but the fact that she was able to inspire something like virulent hatred in me was the highest compliment I've ever paid to an author.
I didn't consider that message to be a flame. I certainly didn't mean it that way, and I would hope that the author did not take it that way. I like to think that the reason I never heard so much as a thank-you was just that the author in question doesn't do thanks for feedback.
Which puts this author in the rude category, but hey. World's full of them.
As a beginning author myself, maybe I'm more rabid than most about thanking people for taking the time to tell me *anything* about my story. The people who mentioned things that they *didn't* like still got notes from me, because I think it's polite.
Feedback is a gift.
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Sums it up quite nicely.
Knowing how oversensitive I can be (just ask my betas! ::: blowing kisses :::), I'm inclined to be more tolerant of diva-like behavior in an author. But that's no excuse for rudeness, which is all that a flamewar really is.
We're all adults here. Let's act like it.
And again . . . let me mention the concept of free will and the delete key