Happy Things, Disgruntled, Fandom thoughts and Spoilers!
Happy things first!
Azriona has reviewed Evolution of Rose. It's an interesting review -- again, the thing that constantly surprises me about that story is what people take away from it. They find meanings and themes and lessons that I certainly did not intend. I just set out to tell a story. The fact that people find it so much deeper than that makes me profoundly grateful.
I got three reviews done for cot_reviews last night. Converging Coincidences, A Close Shave and A Little Game (Ten/Donna, Nine/Rose, and Ten/River specifically). I've signed up to take three more: Furbies, Altars and Shagging, Oh My!, Kallisti, and Discordant -- by gowdie, jessalrynn and sinecure, respectively. Flisters, one and all! I don't care. My flist are all awesome writers -- and I'm okay with letting them know that. Fangirling from a distance just isn't as cool.
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My dad calls me ungrateful, like all the time. "A little less attitude, and a little more gratitude, Kate!". Yeah well, go to work, get kicked, wipe noses, change diapers and deal with parents that won't listen to people with significantly more education in development than them and then come back to the house and deal with YOU and you'd be pretty pissy from time to time, too.
My sister, though? My mom went out and bought her shorts because Amanda was complaining about not having summer clothes that fit. Amanda starts throwing this fit. "I didn't want capris! I wanted shorts! I told her I didn't want to do it today!" To which I responded, "If you don't like them, she can take them back. But you're really pissing me off because you won't let anyone do anything nice for you. Shut up." Enter full-on argument, during which Things Are Said. Whatever. She hurts Mom's feelings like, all the time. She hurts mine, too, but I don't cry about it anymore. Amanda and Dad just are what they are, you know?
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So I'm working yesterday, and as I get ready to go from the office, where I've spent my break reading fairy tales (yes, my life is so hard) and the assistant director, Sue, looks at me and says, "Would you mind breaking Kathie?"
I want to be a lead teacher this summer so I weigh my options. I know they're a difficult class but whatever, right? I'm an educator. They're kids. I can handle it. "Sure, Sue."
I head to Kathie's class and put away my things. She has them reading books quietly at the table. They are supposed to do this for ten more minutes. (I do not know how long they'd been asked to do this before, but I can only assume that it was anywhere from five to ten minutes, by the way they were squirming.) Keep in mind, these children are three and four years old. Okay, Kathie. Then we are to wash hands, set the table and serve lunch.
Things went smoothly until lunch was over. Then I had to call down for help. I couldn't supervise tooth-brushing and stop the boys from running around the classroom like chickens with their heads cut off.
So Sue comes down and we just -- take care of business. Kathie comes back from the office and notices Sue is in with me and gives me A Look.
Whatever. I finish wiping off the tables and talk with a problem student, then I gather my stuff to get ready to go. "Have a good day, Kathie," I say.
"Oh, I will," she says nastily. "They mind me."
Bitch, plz.
**
I worked really hard on Silver Dollar Paradigm. I cranked out two chapters a week without fail. I built an original character that I just loved and so then I decided to do a sequel. I was confident. I listed it among the best things I've ever written. Then I had a small authorial crisis over a review that I'm sure I took to mean something entirely different.
Here's the problem. Honest to God. I care too much what people think. I don't know why I feel this invisible pressure. Certainly no one but me cares that I am taking a break from writing fanfiction, aside from collabs, over the next few days. No one cares but me. Yet I'm so guilty. I don't know why. I feel guilty that I'm writing fic when I should be working on my original and yet, there my original sits. It refuses to budge for me. The thought of it just makes me want to cry.
I hate coming down off of a "fic completion" high. Manic, me? Noooo.
**SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS**
But, WTF, RTD? Seriously.
Okay. I'm glad Billie is back. I love Rose. I love Billie. I love seeing David and Billie on screen together.
But this just smacks to me of Overblown and Overwritten and Overthetop finale. I mean, God love him, but RTD cannot write an ending to save his life. They're always so freaking contrived. The reason this frustrates me, by the way, is that I'm exactly the same way. I rock at beginnings. I love the middle of fics. But ending them? Just sucks.
I guess we'll just have to see if the scene we're hearing they filmed is one that they actually use, or if there's some Ten II/Rose stuff they filmed indoors. Who knows.
I really hope it's not what I'm hearing it is.
Maybe tomorrow I will find this awesome.
Azriona has reviewed Evolution of Rose. It's an interesting review -- again, the thing that constantly surprises me about that story is what people take away from it. They find meanings and themes and lessons that I certainly did not intend. I just set out to tell a story. The fact that people find it so much deeper than that makes me profoundly grateful.
I got three reviews done for cot_reviews last night. Converging Coincidences, A Close Shave and A Little Game (Ten/Donna, Nine/Rose, and Ten/River specifically). I've signed up to take three more: Furbies, Altars and Shagging, Oh My!, Kallisti, and Discordant -- by gowdie, jessalrynn and sinecure, respectively. Flisters, one and all! I don't care. My flist are all awesome writers -- and I'm okay with letting them know that. Fangirling from a distance just isn't as cool.
**
My dad calls me ungrateful, like all the time. "A little less attitude, and a little more gratitude, Kate!". Yeah well, go to work, get kicked, wipe noses, change diapers and deal with parents that won't listen to people with significantly more education in development than them and then come back to the house and deal with YOU and you'd be pretty pissy from time to time, too.
My sister, though? My mom went out and bought her shorts because Amanda was complaining about not having summer clothes that fit. Amanda starts throwing this fit. "I didn't want capris! I wanted shorts! I told her I didn't want to do it today!" To which I responded, "If you don't like them, she can take them back. But you're really pissing me off because you won't let anyone do anything nice for you. Shut up." Enter full-on argument, during which Things Are Said. Whatever. She hurts Mom's feelings like, all the time. She hurts mine, too, but I don't cry about it anymore. Amanda and Dad just are what they are, you know?
**
So I'm working yesterday, and as I get ready to go from the office, where I've spent my break reading fairy tales (yes, my life is so hard) and the assistant director, Sue, looks at me and says, "Would you mind breaking Kathie?"
I want to be a lead teacher this summer so I weigh my options. I know they're a difficult class but whatever, right? I'm an educator. They're kids. I can handle it. "Sure, Sue."
I head to Kathie's class and put away my things. She has them reading books quietly at the table. They are supposed to do this for ten more minutes. (I do not know how long they'd been asked to do this before, but I can only assume that it was anywhere from five to ten minutes, by the way they were squirming.) Keep in mind, these children are three and four years old. Okay, Kathie. Then we are to wash hands, set the table and serve lunch.
Things went smoothly until lunch was over. Then I had to call down for help. I couldn't supervise tooth-brushing and stop the boys from running around the classroom like chickens with their heads cut off.
So Sue comes down and we just -- take care of business. Kathie comes back from the office and notices Sue is in with me and gives me A Look.
Whatever. I finish wiping off the tables and talk with a problem student, then I gather my stuff to get ready to go. "Have a good day, Kathie," I say.
"Oh, I will," she says nastily. "They mind me."
Bitch, plz.
**
I worked really hard on Silver Dollar Paradigm. I cranked out two chapters a week without fail. I built an original character that I just loved and so then I decided to do a sequel. I was confident. I listed it among the best things I've ever written. Then I had a small authorial crisis over a review that I'm sure I took to mean something entirely different.
Here's the problem. Honest to God. I care too much what people think. I don't know why I feel this invisible pressure. Certainly no one but me cares that I am taking a break from writing fanfiction, aside from collabs, over the next few days. No one cares but me. Yet I'm so guilty. I don't know why. I feel guilty that I'm writing fic when I should be working on my original and yet, there my original sits. It refuses to budge for me. The thought of it just makes me want to cry.
I hate coming down off of a "fic completion" high. Manic, me? Noooo.
**SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS**
But, WTF, RTD? Seriously.
Okay. I'm glad Billie is back. I love Rose. I love Billie. I love seeing David and Billie on screen together.
But this just smacks to me of Overblown and Overwritten and Overthetop finale. I mean, God love him, but RTD cannot write an ending to save his life. They're always so freaking contrived. The reason this frustrates me, by the way, is that I'm exactly the same way. I rock at beginnings. I love the middle of fics. But ending them? Just sucks.
I guess we'll just have to see if the scene we're hearing they filmed is one that they actually use, or if there's some Ten II/Rose stuff they filmed indoors. Who knows.
I really hope it's not what I'm hearing it is.
Maybe tomorrow I will find this awesome.