I'm alive, I swear!
Oh lord. The semester is in full swing, let me tell you, but I am enjoying myself. My brain has been taken over entirely by this badass named Charles Sanders Peirce who was crazy brilliant, and had awesome opinions about semiotics, and married his mistress, and had no social skills, and was a morphine user. I adore that class, seriously. But that is not relevant (THOUGH SERIOUSLY! SO COOL! IF YOU LIKE DRY LOGICIANS TALKING ABOUT SEMIOTICS WHO ARE ALSO SCANDALOUS VICTORIAN BADASSES, CHECK HIM OUT), I mostly want to say that I'm alive!
And out of insane desire to be able to discuss something other than semiotics (I know, right? why would I want to do that?), I mainlined Transmetropolitan last night. Oh my fucking god, I adored it -- Spider Jerusalem is exactly my fictional type. He's crazy, stylish, brilliant, fucked up, foul, unpleasant, righteous, mean, morally ambiguous, violent. I enjoyed him immensely.
In other news, I've decided I need to get more consistent about my fiction. I read an interesting article on io9 about writing a short story a week, and I've decided I'm going to try and do that. So, expect to see more fic in here, although we'll see if I can stick to my guns.
Last, things I'm working on/thinking about:
* that childhood!Holmes fic I posted a snippet of. This has stalled, but I'm still in love with it.
* a Holmes/London (and probably Holmes/Watson, because I am hopeless about them) story that is informed by Transmet, which will be dirty and smelly.
* what looks like might be an epic about how Holmes is the fobwatched 12th doctor and Watson is his companion, with the Master as Moriarty.
* Holmes in a band!
* a steam-punky story about Holmes vs a tinker/con-man/serial killer. Mostly this is my attempt to actually write something approximating a mystery.
And out of insane desire to be able to discuss something other than semiotics (I know, right? why would I want to do that?), I mainlined Transmetropolitan last night. Oh my fucking god, I adored it -- Spider Jerusalem is exactly my fictional type. He's crazy, stylish, brilliant, fucked up, foul, unpleasant, righteous, mean, morally ambiguous, violent. I enjoyed him immensely.
In other news, I've decided I need to get more consistent about my fiction. I read an interesting article on io9 about writing a short story a week, and I've decided I'm going to try and do that. So, expect to see more fic in here, although we'll see if I can stick to my guns.
Last, things I'm working on/thinking about:
* that childhood!Holmes fic I posted a snippet of. This has stalled, but I'm still in love with it.
* a Holmes/London (and probably Holmes/Watson, because I am hopeless about them) story that is informed by Transmet, which will be dirty and smelly.
* what looks like might be an epic about how Holmes is the fobwatched 12th doctor and Watson is his companion, with the Master as Moriarty.
* Holmes in a band!
* a steam-punky story about Holmes vs a tinker/con-man/serial killer. Mostly this is my attempt to actually write something approximating a mystery.