bright and shiny holiday weekend
Sooooo I kind of accidentally attended WisCon this weekend--I mean, I kept insisting to people that I wasn't at the con, just hanging out with people who were at the con, but it began to seem a bit disingenuous around the point where I was attending my third panel without benefit of badge--people kept saying things like "It's the FANFIC panel and you're RIGHT HERE, and by the way try some of this FIREBALL CINNAMON WHISKEY, now come along where we (and the whiskey) are going." So I blame the firewhiskey and/or 
commodorified. Blaming Marna generally seems like a safe bet, doesn't it?
I don't know if there's anyone I can blame for the fact that I saw that
cofax7 was on the panel, three feet away from me, and I flashed heart-hands at her. I'll just go ahead and blame the firewhiskey again.
(I felt really, really bad about the con-crashing and I solemnly swear to both attend (for real, with the paying) and, idk, volunteer or donate to the bake sale or something next year, so as to clear my karmic debt.
were_duck I'M SORRY.)
Er, Marna was elsewhere at the point where I got medium-drunk in the lobby (I'll blame
fairestcat, or
lovelokest and the bottle of G&T, instead) and a) told
cofax7 all about my angsty time-traveling kidfic (not to be confused with the, er, angsty spreadsheet-of-death story despite the arguable appearance of time-travel and a kid therein), told several people including
themeletor and...
aria?
oliviacirce? about that story I want to write where Pete's in a coma, and told Oh-God-I-Know-Not-Who about the story where Fraser's a pirate (not a parrot) and Dief is, of course, a monkey. I may have been repeatedly, sincerely enthusiastic about
aria's Due South fic idea, which maybe should warn you that it is both evil and brilliant. Arguably I pitched a novel to a literary agent, but we'd both been drinking and it was past two in the morning so I'm going to say that that didn't count, according to the rules which I have just made up, since I have recently had a few epiphanies that go like this:
1) Writing novels is a totally different thing from writing fanfic for me, to roughly the same extent that writing research papers or carving "I shall not tell lies" into the back of my hand with a magical quill are different things from writing fanfic.
2) Writing fanfic is fun for me at this point in my life; writing novels is not.
3) I am twenty-seven years old, which is more or less toddlerhood in pro-writer years, and I expect to have decades yet in which to write novels should I change my mind about the above.
So I gave myself permission to stop thinking about original stuff, and right after that I embarked on two insane Stargate things in rapid succession and started hauling out assorted epic bandom ideas and going hmmm a lot.
Oh, and I left Madison without getting a tattoo even though it did sound like kind of a fabulous idea at various points through the weekend (there was a holiday sale on and everything) and I could totally have blamed it on
commodorified and
fairestcat and their awesome text tattoos. And I saw
ellen_fremedon and
bipagan and jessica_freely and did not feel compelled to blame them for anything, which may mean that they need to blame me for things instead, idk.
Also, as one does, I started reading Here Be Hippogriffs from the beginning, which was in 2004. It's an infertility/parenting blog - not to trivialize this woman's real life which has included struggles I cannot imagine, but it's like real-life kidfic, precocious child and happy ending and all! Aaaand I stayed up until 2AM reading it last night and am still not done yet.
So, uh, that's what I've been up to. And you?
ETA of *facepalm*: and finally met, and crashed with (and made exclamations of "You taught me how Archie Kennedy's pants work!" and "Of course I remember that Due South regency AU you were writing!" to)
damned_colonial!
commodorified. Blaming Marna generally seems like a safe bet, doesn't it?
I don't know if there's anyone I can blame for the fact that I saw that
cofax7 was on the panel, three feet away from me, and I flashed heart-hands at her. I'll just go ahead and blame the firewhiskey again.
(I felt really, really bad about the con-crashing and I solemnly swear to both attend (for real, with the paying) and, idk, volunteer or donate to the bake sale or something next year, so as to clear my karmic debt.
were_duck I'M SORRY.)
Er, Marna was elsewhere at the point where I got medium-drunk in the lobby (I'll blame
fairestcat, or
lovelokest and the bottle of G&T, instead) and a) told
cofax7 all about my angsty time-traveling kidfic (not to be confused with the, er, angsty spreadsheet-of-death story despite the arguable appearance of time-travel and a kid therein), told several people including
themeletor and...
aria?
oliviacirce? about that story I want to write where Pete's in a coma, and told Oh-God-I-Know-Not-Who about the story where Fraser's a pirate (not a parrot) and Dief is, of course, a monkey. I may have been repeatedly, sincerely enthusiastic about
aria's Due South fic idea, which maybe should warn you that it is both evil and brilliant. Arguably I pitched a novel to a literary agent, but we'd both been drinking and it was past two in the morning so I'm going to say that that didn't count, according to the rules which I have just made up, since I have recently had a few epiphanies that go like this:
1) Writing novels is a totally different thing from writing fanfic for me, to roughly the same extent that writing research papers or carving "I shall not tell lies" into the back of my hand with a magical quill are different things from writing fanfic.
2) Writing fanfic is fun for me at this point in my life; writing novels is not.
3) I am twenty-seven years old, which is more or less toddlerhood in pro-writer years, and I expect to have decades yet in which to write novels should I change my mind about the above.
So I gave myself permission to stop thinking about original stuff, and right after that I embarked on two insane Stargate things in rapid succession and started hauling out assorted epic bandom ideas and going hmmm a lot.
Oh, and I left Madison without getting a tattoo even though it did sound like kind of a fabulous idea at various points through the weekend (there was a holiday sale on and everything) and I could totally have blamed it on
commodorified and
fairestcat and their awesome text tattoos. And I saw
ellen_fremedon and
bipagan and jessica_freely and did not feel compelled to blame them for anything, which may mean that they need to blame me for things instead, idk.
Also, as one does, I started reading Here Be Hippogriffs from the beginning, which was in 2004. It's an infertility/parenting blog - not to trivialize this woman's real life which has included struggles I cannot imagine, but it's like real-life kidfic, precocious child and happy ending and all! Aaaand I stayed up until 2AM reading it last night and am still not done yet.
So, uh, that's what I've been up to. And you?
ETA of *facepalm*: and finally met, and crashed with (and made exclamations of "You taught me how Archie Kennedy's pants work!" and "Of course I remember that Due South regency AU you were writing!" to)
damned_colonial!