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Bad fic. No biscuit.

So I promised [info - livejournal.com]noeon I'd post my H/D club!fic tonight before I went to bed, but I've realized there's a scene that's bugging me and I'm not entirely certain why, so I want to sleep on it. (And, seriously, if anyone can tell me how a short little PWP ficlet meant for Draco's birthday has somehow managed to hit twelve freaking thousand words I'd love to know. /0\ I fail so hard at the concept of PWP, you guys. OMG SO HARD.)

Anyway. Shall be attempting to fix that scene tomorrow at lunch, then having [info - livejournal.com]ze_dragon post it for me later in the afternoon, knock wood, as a) I want the damn thing done and away from my tinkering so I can focus on other fics, and b) we're busing down to New Jersey after I get off work to see a sold out Old 97s show Saturday night at Maxwell's with [info - livejournal.com]djinnj. \0/ CAN. NOT. WAIT. Really, I would be happiest if I could just quit my job and follow them around the country like a Deadhead. Why, oh why, am I not independently wealthy? *cries*

Ah well. For now, bed. If I can get the cat to move off my pillow. *eyes him balefully*

*tries to decide whether to use a Rhett icon or a H/D icon*

*decides to split the difference and use a Rhett-as-Harry icon FTW*
Thinking: sleepy

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Einstein disguised as Robin Hood with his memories in a trunk

1. I have 2,000 words of plot synopsis written for my [info]snarry_games fic, and I'm only halfway through it. This does not really bode well for keeping the length of the actual fic under 50,000 words. *facepalms* Sometimes I do wonder why I do this to myself...

2. On the positive side, I'm using StoryMill to plot this fic out, along with my own modification of the Snowflake method and I'm really quite enjoying it. Even if it's a pain in the butt those moments when I sit there staring blankly at the cursor, muttering now what?

3. Have now started in on series four of Spooks, and oh my God, fandom, where is the Zaf/Adam? If no one's written this pairing, I'm going to cry, because my God. Zaf. *draws little sparkly hearts around him*

4. I am absolutely and utterly enamoured with this photo from Flickr, except I want a version of it with Harry and Draco instead of the man and woman. These are the moments I wish I could draw, dammit.

5. Early Bob Dylan is love. Enough said.
Thinking: productive
Singing: Bob Dylan - Desolation Row

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Always forget how strange it is just to be alive at all

I haven't gone to see the new Star Trek movie. To be completely honest, I'm not sure I'm going to. My dad was a Trekkie--a Spock fan, and honestly how my mother can be surprised that all three of her kids ended up fannish in one way or another is beyond me since we all take after my dad on that score (and she and I laughed about that this past weekend, actually, about how much the three of us had obviously inherited my dad's geek/fan genes because the entire concept of fannishness flummoxes her)--and seeing the squee on my flist is a little bittersweet for me. Not that I want to avoid it, mind, because it brings up some really great memories of my dad and of watching reruns of TOS and new episodes of TNG with him when I was in high school and college (whether or not I wanted to *g*). But I miss him, rather a lot, and this time of year it's always more poignant. I can't believe it's been almost 5 years. Odd.

I started plotting out my Snarry Games fic today while at a seminar on multitasking and workplace productivity that my boss felt the need to send me to. (*rolls eyes*) I really like my idea, and I'm taking on a new method of plotting which is really intriguing me. It involves outlining in steps, adding more plot and character detail with each incarnation of the outline, and so far I'm liking it. I don't take the outlining as slow as Weisner suggests (she thinks outlining should fill 30 days, and I did five days worth in one and should be on track to start writing next week), but I have to say it does make me focus more on the way plot and subplot and character dynamics interweave than I normally do at this stage in the writing process. I'll be interested in seeing if the final outline makes it easier to write the draft...

My latest musical obsession is Patrick Park's Life Is A Song. I cannot get enough of this song. Srsly.

Thinking: okay okay
Singing: Patrick Park - Life Is a Song

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Random thoughts on nothing in particular

1. My upstairs neighbours are playing seriously crap dance music very loudly. It's annoying, but I suppose it's better than listening to them fight. Or have sex. Still. :|

2. Now that my fest fics are done and I appear to have broken through my writer's block at least a little, I'm getting ready to tackle my next batch of fics. Coming up on the list are my Snarry Games fic (for which I am currently incubating what I hope is an awesome idea), [info]purelyironic's H/D musician AU, [info]gossymer's H/D fantasy AU, and [info]accioslash's Snarry. The latter three of which are extremely overdue. *facepalms* But they should fill my writing schedule up through Azkatraz.

3. Meryl Streep freaking creeps me out in The Manchurian Candidate.

4. Still very much enamoured with Dreamwidth. On [info]idlerat's recommendation, I snagged the username [info]femme which I've wanted on LJ for years, but it's been taken by someone from California since 2000, dammit. Anyway I'm thinking of using my Dreamwidth [info]femme as a fic archive journal. I've been considering setting up a fic website, but haven't wanted to use efiction. So this might be a good substitution. *ponders*

5. I started reading Douglas Rushkoff's Coercion: Why We Listen to What "They" Say today. It's an examination of media and marketing in the Internet age, and I may have more to say on it later. Lately I appear to be having a slight existential crisis in regards to my twelve-year-long career path in marketing/communications/graphic design.

6. There was a six, but I forgot it. So instead I think I'll curl up in bed now...good night, el jay, eye jay and dreamwidth. :)
Thinking: tired tired
Singing: Martina McBride: Independence Day

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Jumping over tables to get close to her, that's not the sign of a philosopher

So tired. I have now packed up nearly my entire life into seventeen boxes and three suitcases which somehow seems oddly humbling, and I'm waiting for my last load of laundry to finish so I can tape up the last box and be done. The movers will be coming tomorrow at one for phase one of the moving process--long story short, since Sept 1 is the THE moving day in Boston courtesy of the rather large student population, as of tomorrow night I'm living out of a carryon and sans furniture for a week. \0/ It'll be like camping in my living room....which is about the only way you'd get me to go camping, come to think of it.

Dungeons last night was brilliant fun. We had a gamewide year-long plot arc that ended in a flurry of activity, which meant hardcore RPing from 8:30 at night to 3:45 in the morning, OMG. It was, as those of us still stumbling about punchily around 2 a.m determined, epic--one of those moments that reminds me how much I love RPing with this fantastic group of writers. \0/

Speaking of writing (go with it, really, I'm too damn tired to think of a better segue), I sat down and figured out my writing schedule for the rest of the year because I'm going to have to be very organized when it comes to my writing this fest season. So far I have plots for all but the two exchanges that I haven't gotten my assignments for yet. I just have to beat the plots into outlines now, which I think I'll do next week. It's going to be a very Snarry and H/D heavy season for me. :)

How Femme Will Be Spending Her Fall, Age 36 )

Call me masochistic, but I'm all flaily about being able to write so much fic, and about the plots I have. I feel like I haven't written anything really plotty in months. Which I guess I haven't....huh. My past two fics have been a lot shorter than my usual.

I'm considering making the box of brownies that's been sitting on my counter for the past three days. Hm. Or I could just sprawl exhausted on the couch and stare blankly at whatever crap's on TV tonight....chocolate....tv.....chocolate....tv....
Thinking: tired tired
Singing: Adam Green:When A Pretty Face

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Silver wings shining in the sunlight

Okay, I have a three-day weekend coming up and I want to spend a goodly chunk of it writing. So I'm going to do this meme. Or as much of it as I can eke out.

Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least 100 words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.

Most of my stories can be found here. RPS can be found in my pairings tags here and here.

Also, here, have a Muxtape from me. These are some of the songs I've been listening to a lot recently. I'll probably swap it out in a day or two.

And since it's after three, I should probably get to bed. I have to be up in four hours....ugh.

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the breathless hush of evening that trembles on the brink of a lovely song
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Happy Fourth of July, America! As much as I might bitch about it sometimes, I do heart my highly dysfunctional but kinda smushy-and-sweet-when-it-wants-to-be country. A lot.

I have spent my day off propped up on the couch, organizing my de.licio.us tags so that they're actually, you know, usable instead of a bizarre tangled mass of things I meant to save for some unknown reason. And I've just finished submitting all my Snarry fic to Walking The Plank, which meant I also had to upload a bunch of stuff to Skyehawke since I had about 11 fics--both years old and from the past few months--that I just hadn't gotten around to archiving.

Let me tell you, there is absolutely nothing more humbling than reading fics you wrote several years ago. It is tres cringeworthy, oh my God. *winces* I can't believe some of the absolute dreck I wrote when I first came into fandom. Ah well. They're all up now and everything except my bandom fics have been archived off-LJ. I'm just waiting for the RPS-friendly OTW archive to have a place to slap those babies up.

And while I was uploading, I figured out some statistics regarding my fic posting which are of probably no interest to anyone but me. *G*

Breakdown of stories written per fandom and pairing over the course of the past five years )

And on that note, I have a fic to finish this weekend if at all possible.

*skips off to write*
Thinking: curious curious
Singing: Ella Fitzgerald: All The Things You Are

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I think I may have just plotted out a semi-epilogue compliant Snape/Harry version of The Parent Trap. *cough*



*whimpers and blames [info]ze_dragon*

So that would mean currently I am working on a Frank/Mikey tourfic, a Harry/Draco bandboy AR for [info]purelyironic, a Jon/Brendon surf AU for [info]luciamad and, evidently, a Snape/Harry Parent Trap AU. (And that doesn't include the other plot bunnies that are snuffling around, gnawing on my cerebrum. *thwaps them with a large stick, especially the HP/St Trinian's crossover that seems to be growing rather excessively*)

My brain is a frightening place to be right now.

Thinking: amused amused
Singing: Slavic Soul Party!:Djelem, Djelem

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You can't hear the song until you dance

So I've sort of been around and sort of not the past couple of days. I spent this weekend on the couch exhausted, aching, feverish and sniffly, and I probably should have taken yesterday off work but like an idiot I dragged myself in. Which means that I continue to be exhausted, achy and sniffly. Although not feverish. Which seems to be somewhat of an improvement. Maybe.

But oh my God, I'm counting the hours until I can go home and take a nap.

Unfortunately there are more of them than I'd like. :(

Also, my hair dryer gave up the ghost today which required me to come into work with wet hair twisted into a bun. This would not normally concern me except for the fact that it's currently 59 degrees outside, I'm already sick, my hair's thick and when I get home tonight and take it down half of it will still be wet, and my head's freezing.

Stupid hair dryer.

This week I'm finishing up three stories: my [info]snape_after_dh fic which is a gen piece entirely unlike anything I've ever written and I'm kind of nervous about it, my [info]snaco_exchange fic, and a Frank/Mikey I've been working on for ages as [info]luciamad can attest. Next week I throw myself into my [info]merry_smutmas fic. Between these and some things I have to do for Dungeons and OTW, my TV watching is going to slide. :/ I didn't even watch Heroes last night, figuring I'd just catch up on nbc.com at some point.

So, if you don't see me around a whole bunch over the next few days, with the occasional Dungeons post tossed up...it's because I'm ass-deep in frantically writing. Strangely enough, I write best that way--a looming deadline always makes me push myself harder. But that means email's probably going to slide some over the next few days too unless it's urgent. :(

But for now...I'm going downstairs to get a panini. And then maybe write a little bit before a meeting.
Thinking: creative creative
Singing: Ben Lee: Running With Scissors

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