Yuletide, yuletide, yuletide--or, maybe Yuletide will motivate me to post more often. Or maybe wanting to post more often will. Or maybe something. Life's been life (thanks to those who offered condolences last month, either here or on twitter; I was overwhelmed and unable to respond in many cases, but it meant a lot). Work's been work: it's better ( Read more... )

My writing brain has been shattered, in tatters, for what feels like forever--I have a hockey thing that keeps stalling out, a Slings & Arrows "presumed dead" trope fic of delight that I've talked out and just barely started, a Coulson/Fury that I keep poking at, a novel that's stuck in neutral. All of which is to say: prompt me things* for comment ( Read more... )

In which I have determined (by default) which row to attempt for trope bingo, and thus am figuring out what to write and stuff. (In which I am planning a Lewis response for sex pollen--or, you know, designer drugs or whatever, non-magic style--that is somewhat Lewis/Hobson, Lewis/Hathaway, Hathaway&Hobson.) (In which there is a partially-written ( Read more... )

As per my norm, basically, I wrote one story this year. There was much stressing and fretting and rewatching of canon and work stuff (all of the overtime! none of the writing time!) and getting sick and writing some more and BAM YULETIDE. I had a ton of fun writing this when I was actually writing it, though, and these characters totally own my ( Read more... )

It is dark when I wake up in the morning, dark when I leave work in the evening, dark dark dark dark dark. (It will get better, It will get better, It will get better.) (At least it was pretty warm today.) (Also I have wine.) (Wine and also cookies.) (Also The Wrath of Khan and books about French and Henry VII.)

Quel autre?


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It is entirely possible that while working on one fic (Steve and Sif are sitting on a roof, in the rain, because cliches like that taste like pollution), I accidentally wrote a couple of paragraphs of Tenzin/Lin just because. And THAT is why I can't have nice things. Or finish anything. Attention span of a gnat on speed being chased around the room ( Read more... )

So the Ference/Iginla unintentional coming out fic is in that horrible, no good, very bad "poke at it, delete some words, add a word, delete some more words, stare at the blinking cursor" stage, so I'm giving myself some time away from it to see if that knocks a few things lose. And this is where you come in, dearest internet! Tell me what to write ( Read more... )

A list (of things I need to do, should do, won't do, did do):

• So my rarewomen fic is due at the end of the month, and it is suddenly almost the end of the month. At least I've started it? I should probably re-review the source material, as my feel for the voices is iffy, and do a spot more research, but. Time. Whyfore is there always not enough time?
  
  
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Watching this awesome (and short) excerpt of an interview with Brian Burke reminded me that, in doing that WIP meme the other day, I totally forgot to include my personal favorite. Working name andyaccidentallyuploadsapictureofiggytohisflickraccountandtheyareouted.doc. Or something. I don't use Word, so the file extension sure as hell isn't .doc.

( Andrew Ference/Jarome Iginla. In which they are outed by Andy's flickr account. )

In which I wrote a story this weekend: sound is the blood between me and you, Marvel, Steve/Bucky/Natasha, PG-13, an unholy meshing of comics and movie canon. "One of them is usually dead."

In which I received a story this weekend: pour me, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Zuko/Mai, Sokka/Suki, total awesomeness in fanfiction form. "Mai's gotten tired ( Read more... )