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I spend so much time on tumblr that I literally can't find the post button on LJ any more.
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... Is it September already? Which means the last time I felt normal was five months ago? Time does fly, even when you're not having fun... I might have mentioned that I have this idea for the epic 11th Doctor fic of doom. Thing is, even before the 11th Doctor fic of doom was a gleam in my eye, there was a very rough prototype for the 10th Doctor's fic of doom, that I really wasn't happy with and which really never took off. I've come up with a bunch of random fic ideas which are all tying together pretty spectacularly for that. It's like the fix-it fic of doom. Starring Ten, Ten 2, Martha, Donna, and Rose. - The very long conversation between Ten and Martha that they really needed to have and really should have had, and which I am doing solely because I need to do a fix-it or I will go on disliking Martha forever. - The fix-it for Donna, naturally. - My rather secret OTP of Ten2 and Donna, because I just re-watched Journey's End, and have you seen the way Ten2 smiles at Donna? It's like she lights up his life entirely. (Ten2 is adorable, and so very different from dark!moody!Ten at that point that it's mind-boggling). - The fix-it between Ten and Ten 2. - The fix-it for Ten, goddamnit. Because that's what the fic was always supposed to be. - The fix-it for Waters of Mars, because I love the concept but the execution absolutely did not cut it for me - and I totally want to write the Time Lord Victorious angle. This being me, it naturally means that I'm going to break all the players before they get their fix-it. And possibly the rest of the universe as well. Should be tons of fun. This entry was originally posted at http://crisis-control.dreamwidth.org/42148.html. Please comment there using OpenID. | |
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Guys, popping in real quick to say that my set-up is primarily on Skype and tumblr these days. (I barely even check the Dreamwidth these days). I'm still keeping up the "Always contactable" policy, so drop me a PM (or a tumblr ask!) if you'd like to chat; though my skype is a little dodgy and I tend not to get the push notifs on my phone (and I'm always on mobile, not by choice *sigh, phone keyboards*), so please pardon any delays in responding. Holy cow, has it been months since my last post? Life is... complicated and a bit mad. Still, complicated and mad is a good sight better than the train wreck I was at the end of last year. ...To be perfectly honest, as much as I want to dash my brains out against the nearest wall out of sheer frustration sometimes, I'm probably more alive than I've been for the past seven years. | |
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Oh good lord. I started RPing the Eleventh Doctor, then the sneaky bugger ran off with my heart (cackling all the way). Cue slippery slope. I started looking for Eleven pics, progressed to reading Eleven fic, and now my brain wants me to write Eleven fic. My love for the Doctors is all over the map and completely wibbly wobbly, and I suppose it would be completely apt if my first fic for this fandom turns out to be for my first Doctor and not the one I expected it to be for. All this timey-wimey. Seriously! It's incredibly difficult to keep the Tenth and the Eleventh separate in my head, especially since I now RP both of them. It actually gets to the point where my mental image of them gets superimposed at the oddest of times (like seeing Ten, when I'm recalling a scene from one of Eleven's episodes, or vice versa). For a person who never had problems swapping between a massive multitude of characters before, I now have to forcibly engage different sub-routines when I swap between Doctors, and load up entire protocols in my head of " This is a Ten behaviour, that is an Eleven behaviour, and for God's sake make sure you keep subvocalising their voices, because otherwise their speech patterns are going to bleed into each other's..." Clearly, my brain has no problems with seeing them as the same Doctor (always). (I haven't forgotten the fact that I'm supposed to finish my Vorkosigan stuff first. Where is my sense of responsibility when I need it?) This entry was originally posted at http://crisis-control.dreamwidth.org/39929.html. Please comment there using OpenID. | |
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Still coughing up a lung, though thankfully it's turned into a dry cough, and my ribs don't hurt quite as much any more. It's a bit ridiculous when I go riding, because my throat can barely take any form of heavy breathing, and I sound like I'm dying when I'm hunched over hacking like the world's going to end. For my own sanity, and because age is catching up with me and I'm starting to realise that you don't actually have to subject yourself to incredible amounts of pain and suffering in the name of self-improvement, I've opted to stop riding the laziest beast in the stables (and torturing my pronounced lack of stamina, which has only become even more pronounced after falling sick) and to stick to riding the most explosive one (who just tortures my lack of riding ability). And on the fic front! Something a bit different from all the angst and political intrigue I've been writing recently - Unrequited Vor Pining is a random scribble fic (I love those) that emerged from a general want to write Simon fluff. The title's a play on the phrase 'unrequited prole pining' (from Memory). Probably terribly OOC, more than slightly cracky. The fluff itch isn't entirely scratched, it seems. I think after I'm done beating him up in A Season out of Time I might need to write copious amounts of Simon/Alys fluff. Oh, and the comment about my ribs not hurting so much any more might have been a little premature. ( A bit of rambling about Simon's canon characterisationCollapse )This entry was originally posted at http://crisis-control.dreamwidth.org/39213.html. Please comment there using OpenID. | |
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What can I say? I was bored and I'd temporarily exhausted my productivity on A Season Out of Time. White Knights Chapter 5 is a little bit of an interlude, and I think it's pretty obvious where the next chapter's heading. And if you're watching the timelines carefully [1], you might note that this takes place before Miles' death, so no cryofrozen Miles, no seizures, no falsified report, yay! [1] I wish I had an eidetic memory chip to keep track. My outline is literally written like a timeline, with Ivan's age instead of year dates. And every one of my draft chapters has the kids' ages written on top to help me keep track. And I still get it wrong! I'd also forgotten how very tragic the entire story is for Simon, until I popped briefly into his head for a scene. Can you say crushing despair? I'm going to need to write him a happy coda. A bit of history - White Knights was the third thing I wrote for the fandom, so this update is only 5000 years overdue. (I feel like I've written hundreds of fics for this fandom, so why do I only have 13 or so up on AO3?) The second thing I wrote for the fandom is also incomplete, and I'm getting a nagging sense of wanting to go back and re-visit it. First things first - final chapter for Knights, and at least 3 more chapters for Season. Discipline, I need it. [ETA: Oh, it's the fourth thing, not the third, because there was a fic I forgot about. *horrified look* It's like forgetting about a child. I'm going to have to move the old stuff posted on LJ over to AO3.] Clearly being stuck at home while sick has been good for my productivity. I have another standalone fic written and ready to go, and I got two chapters on Season done, giving me a relatively comfortable three chapter buffer between what's been posted and what I have (but not quite, because Chapter 7 was written while on drugs, and needs quite a bit of work). This entry was originally posted at http://crisis-control.dreamwidth.org/39094.html. Please comment there using OpenID. | |
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God, I hate sleeping. Have I mentioned how much I hate sleeping? I always get nightmares when I sleep too much (defined, apparently, as anything above 7 hours a night), and considering that I've been unconscious for so much of this week, it's probably no surprise at all that I woke up screaming last night. (Just one time out of six. Or eight. It's alright, really). I was trying out a tactic to see if it would stop someone from killing me painfully. Don't judge. Anyway, new fic babble time! Armageddon's Children is brought to you by... procrastination. I'm trying to update A Season Out of Time and White Knights, which means that I'm not getting either written. I really don't know where this popped out of and it probably shows in the narrative (it's really not very good). The scene - which would do as a great summary too - is basically of Gregor telling Simon that he wants to create a new batch of super chip-enhanced soldiers, and the screaming match that ensues. (There wasn't much screaming, in the end. Simon just... doesn't yell at Gregor, apparently.) My better fics start with a theme, not just an idea, usually with a bit of a moral dilemma thrown in and some kind of character development. AC is just a scene, really. Never grew beyond a scene, and my heart really wasn't into giving it a happy ending, so it's all bittersweet (and edging more to the bitter). I didn't even want to give it pretty writing (but that's apt, because it's not a pretty fic). (There was a draft that started with the usual pre-reqs of pretty fic - present tense narrative, sweeping, abstract writing, like one of those paintings in pastel that are all outlines and suggestion ... ditched it one paragraph in.) It's actually one of those going-nowhere-fast fics which I would ordinarily note down in outline form and allow to languish and die, but oh, I haven't posted anything in so long. Also, my appetite is gone again :|. If anyone has seen it wandering around, please direct it home. ETA: Oh yeah! A Season Out of Time is updated too. This entry was originally posted at http://crisis-control.dreamwidth.org/38744.html. Please comment there using OpenID. | |
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Merry Christmas, folks! I spent the first three hours of it farming for crafting materials with a vengeance in GW2 - after being outraged that I couldn't find much in the way of gold ore in the first few maps I tried, I went on a rampage through about three four other maps zealously mining all the platinum... Yes, I'm perfectly normal, whatever are you talking about? Sleep, church, more sleep, and then writing, woo. I put up Chapter 4 of A Season out of Time (aka the Vorkosigan AU where Cordelia is the most important person in the universe and doesn't return to Barrayar, oops). Chapter 3 was a really bad place to stop, honestly. I could have at least gotten off my arse and posted chapters 4 and 5, which would at least have brought us to end of Part I and given everyone a bit of closure, but no, I failboated, as usual. Oh, but all the swearing. (In my other WIPs, not this one - Illyan is a terribly polite muse). Clearly becoming a Whovian has cleaned up my language. And changed my perspective on some things, like - like Escobar. (Oh hey, Doctor Who / Vorkosigan cross-over and blowing up Gallifrey, anyone?) This entry was originally posted at http://crisis-control.dreamwidth.org/37582.html. Please comment there using OpenID. | |
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On this thing to talk about The Escape Artist, aka the BBC's new original drama, aka the new thing that David Tennant is in (that doesn't involve hair extensions), aka THE THING THAT ATE MY SOUL. I watched it because it has Tennant, it has lawyers, and it has courtroom drama, and I was so going to sit there with a cup of tea and laugh my head off at how they got it all wrong. Instead, as usual, the show stabs me through the heart, rips it out, stomps on it, and, of all things, makes me fall in love with the legal profession all over again, like we weren't two hair-widths away from getting divorced in a big way this year. I really should know better than to think that I can watch shows with Tennant in them with impunity. I thought Seasons 2 - 4 of Doctor Who would be a frolic. I thought Casanova would be mindless fun. You would think I'd know better by now. ( Cut for spoilers spoilers spoilersCollapse )This entry was originally posted at http://crisis-control.dreamwidth.org/35169.html. Please comment there using OpenID. | |
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You know - you always read in fiction that a character wakes up after getting knocked on the head to hear someone groaning, and realizing that it's them a moment later? Ever wonder if that actually happens in real life? Now I can vouch that it does. So the circuit breaker trips at 5am. I get up to reset it. The next moment someone is saying ow ow ow wtf and there's a blazing pain in my head, and it literally takes me a few seconds to realise that (a) I'm on the floor and (b) I've whacked my head against the wall, and (c) wait, wasn't I resetting that circuit breaker? What am I doing on the floor? 5am. Public holiday. And it hurts too bloody much to go back to sleep. So I'm sitting here in a sulk. (No sign of concussion fortunately. But owwww) This entry was originally posted at http://crisis-control.dreamwidth.org/35057.html. Please comment there using OpenID. | |
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You know the old adage of - write about what you know? People who use fanfic as a platform to render some half-baked, one-sided version of the Evolution-ID-Creation debate annoy me so much, especially when it's obvious that they have no idea what they're talking about. Evolution doesn't equate with the Grand Theory of Evolution. (That's like saying an electrical circuit is the same thing as a computer.) Intelligent Design isn't the same as Creationism. Creationism and the GTE are both theories, both of which have scientific evidence in their favour (or disfavour). The question isn't then, philosophy vs science, but evidence vs evidence. And fanfic isn't your platform to advance your agenda. And it really doesn't make you look smart. No, really. Same rant goes for every other debate, but this one has the biggest tendency to tick me off, because of its amazing tendency to get so incredibly myopic, which is an absolute insult to advocates on every side of the debate. In its basest form, it's knocking Evolutionists for claiming that we're descended from apes, knocking IDs for being fluffy indecisive people who can't make up their minds, and knocking Creationists for being religious fanatics living in the dark ages and propagating myths. The worst part is, people seem to think that this shallowness is completely acceptable. In other news, my physical and mental health have improved dramatically after three weeks of the new posting, enough to make me realise what a truly horrific amount of stress I was putting myself through over the past two years. Should have seen the signs, really. I mean, by the end of it even my digestive system had shut down and I was on one meal a day. And thinking it was normal. This entry was originally posted at http://crisis-control.dreamwidth.org/34329.html. Please comment there using OpenID. | |
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