also I want a Tom Hardy mood theme. NOW.
Day 30 - One last moment, in great detail
SHAN'T. I am rebelling against this stupid meme.
Today I um. I went to a nice cafe with Maud and talked ... about stuff ... and then walked through a lot of shops and talked about stuff; then we went to another cafe and talked about more stuff while eating CHEESECAKE and OLIVES. And then I met Holly and gave her a book and talked about MORE STUFF and bought socks. Um. And orange nail polish. And I managed to talk myself out of buying FOUR books and settled for TWO. (Mansfield Park and The Raw Shark Texts which I'm pretty sure I just bought because there were books and I own money. That's about all the justification I normally need; I can talk myself out of buying clothes, food, booze, films, anything. But not books). Also explained some stuff. And was lengthily rude about a former acquaintance who persists in not having the good manners to die. Seriously, this is what I pay my Evil Bastard dues for? SHE'S STILL WALKING, AND IT'S BEEN YEARS.
It's of little interest to anyone, but Holly has cleared me for the use of Gnosis for NaNo. So I will have an excuse to spend a lot of time reading philosophy books and things about the history of London, should I so desire. If nothing else it absolves me of trying to learn about Tuva. *cough*
I said before, people write about what they're interested in. Trying to demand that someone writes about Noh Theatre when they couldn't give less of a shit about it without sewing up their anus is not going to result in a well-researched and naunced book. It's going to result in an angry author throwing a paperweight at your face. Saying "I HAVE AN IDEA FOR WHAT YOU SHOULD WRITE NEXT" is somewhere beyond rude. Will you please GET IT TOGETHER to stop instructing people you don't know on what to fucking write when they HAVEN'T ASKED YOU?
Okay it's not actually a theory, it's just me being appalled at the way that people were apparently RAISED BY WOLVES. It's not over anything specific, just those instances where randoms rock up to authors, pro or fan, and just VOMIT INSTRUCTIONS over them. Or they wrap it up in a nice big pseudoacademic essaysermon about how it is symptomatic of something that fandom only writes blah and blee. Listen, I don't fucking much like it that there are four thousand formulaic fucking fics where A meets B and then they do buttsex and have an assbaby and a cat and a dog and some curtains and muffins, but perhaps that's what people want to write. And I can go "bah, there is no fic I want to read", but ... IDK, I read books. And webcomics. And magazines. And articles. And short stories. And MOST OF THE TIME (apart from that fucking Arthur/Eames scary sex fic which NO ONE WILL WRITE ME and don't you pretend you're not playing fic chicken with me because you think if I get pissed off enough I will write it myself, DAMN YOU ALL) if I want something that badly I write it myself.
Djgwoidhohdavda goddamnit, readers, you cannot shove your hand up a writer's butt and turn them into a story-puppet writing exactly what you want because there aren't enough Girl Geek stories in fandom or whatever it is you want now. I write TWO THINGS. LITERALLY, TWO THINGS: STORIES ABOUT LONDON, AND STORIES ABOUT ORGANISED CRIME. Sometimes there is buttsex, sometimes there are ~allegories~ and ~morals~ but if you want GIRL GEEK SAVES THE DAY WITH HER NERDY KNOWLEDGE stories, pester strangefrontier because I am not writing that.
On the plus side, I just read the most recent Hyperbole and a Half and cried all the fluid out of my body with laughter, and there is still no immediately-available alcohol in my house. HOW MANY HOSTAGES DO I HAVE TO TAKE TO GET WHISKEY HERE?
SHAN'T. I am rebelling against this stupid meme.
Today I um. I went to a nice cafe with Maud and talked ... about stuff ... and then walked through a lot of shops and talked about stuff; then we went to another cafe and talked about more stuff while eating CHEESECAKE and OLIVES. And then I met Holly and gave her a book and talked about MORE STUFF and bought socks. Um. And orange nail polish. And I managed to talk myself out of buying FOUR books and settled for TWO. (Mansfield Park and The Raw Shark Texts which I'm pretty sure I just bought because there were books and I own money. That's about all the justification I normally need; I can talk myself out of buying clothes, food, booze, films, anything. But not books). Also explained some stuff. And was lengthily rude about a former acquaintance who persists in not having the good manners to die. Seriously, this is what I pay my Evil Bastard dues for? SHE'S STILL WALKING, AND IT'S BEEN YEARS.
It's of little interest to anyone, but Holly has cleared me for the use of Gnosis for NaNo. So I will have an excuse to spend a lot of time reading philosophy books and things about the history of London, should I so desire. If nothing else it absolves me of trying to learn about Tuva. *cough*
I said before, people write about what they're interested in. Trying to demand that someone writes about Noh Theatre when they couldn't give less of a shit about it without sewing up their anus is not going to result in a well-researched and naunced book. It's going to result in an angry author throwing a paperweight at your face. Saying "I HAVE AN IDEA FOR WHAT YOU SHOULD WRITE NEXT" is somewhere beyond rude. Will you please GET IT TOGETHER to stop instructing people you don't know on what to fucking write when they HAVEN'T ASKED YOU?
Okay it's not actually a theory, it's just me being appalled at the way that people were apparently RAISED BY WOLVES. It's not over anything specific, just those instances where randoms rock up to authors, pro or fan, and just VOMIT INSTRUCTIONS over them. Or they wrap it up in a nice big pseudoacademic essaysermon about how it is symptomatic of something that fandom only writes blah and blee. Listen, I don't fucking much like it that there are four thousand formulaic fucking fics where A meets B and then they do buttsex and have an assbaby and a cat and a dog and some curtains and muffins, but perhaps that's what people want to write. And I can go "bah, there is no fic I want to read", but ... IDK, I read books. And webcomics. And magazines. And articles. And short stories. And MOST OF THE TIME (apart from that fucking Arthur/Eames scary sex fic which NO ONE WILL WRITE ME and don't you pretend you're not playing fic chicken with me because you think if I get pissed off enough I will write it myself, DAMN YOU ALL) if I want something that badly I write it myself.
Djgwoidhohdavda goddamnit, readers, you cannot shove your hand up a writer's butt and turn them into a story-puppet writing exactly what you want because there aren't enough Girl Geek stories in fandom or whatever it is you want now. I write TWO THINGS. LITERALLY, TWO THINGS: STORIES ABOUT LONDON, AND STORIES ABOUT ORGANISED CRIME. Sometimes there is buttsex, sometimes there are ~allegories~ and ~morals~ but if you want GIRL GEEK SAVES THE DAY WITH HER NERDY KNOWLEDGE stories, pester strangefrontier because I am not writing that.
On the plus side, I just read the most recent Hyperbole and a Half and cried all the fluid out of my body with laughter, and there is still no immediately-available alcohol in my house. HOW MANY HOSTAGES DO I HAVE TO TAKE TO GET WHISKEY HERE?