Yuletide in a day.
4:10pm I have an open, blank Word document and notes from last night scrawled on the back on an envelope. So far, today, I have: slept until one in the afternoon, read some livejournal posts, talked on the phone with R, eaten two pieces of toast with pumpkin butter, and read some irrelevant canon in the bathtub. Read some fic by my recipient. Oh, also, edited a Wikipedia entry.
4:39pm Have typed up some more notes about the shape of a character's fingers and the color of a door and so forth. Drank some V-8 juice. Listening to Elliott Smith on repeat, which is not exactly the most proactive music in the world.
4:57pm Eating Entertaining Quartet crackers (honestly, they're not that amusing) and hummus. Changing music to Cobra Starship, which is very get-up-and-go!
5:01pm I came here to make you dance tonight.
5:02pm I don't care if I'm a guilty pleasure for you.
5:35pm 170 words.
6:04pm 326 words. Secret of Roan Inish soundtrack.
6:11pm Despite my vow not to leave this apartment before finishing this story, I am venturing out into the cold in search of some fresh milk, for mine has spoiled. I am dressed much like a character from this fandom, and it has become clear to me that hot chocolate is a necessity.
6:29pm Home safe and warm. Strong wind at my back, returning from the store around the corner. Three people who regularly haunt the anarchist bookstore/coffeeshop, smoking on the curb. I want them as my friends, but I'm too intimated to say anything. Have you ever tried the hot chocolate recipe on the side of the Hershey's unsweetened cocoa tin? With a dash of salt and vanilla. I am surprised--it really is delicious. Sufjan Stevens.
7:18pm 572 words. Halfway there, if I don't lose control and go far over the minimum!
7:58pm Found some canon that contradicted a paragraph; had to cut it. Oh so confusing. That's the trouble with small fandoms--no extensive sites detailing every moment in every character's timeline.
8:18pm 711 words. This story doesn't know which tense it wants to be in.
8:20pm ...or which POV.
8:57pm 1090 words! But oh so far from done.
10:00pm Talked to Mom on phone for a bit. 1350 words.
11:05pm 1947 words. Now I just need some sex and some resolution.
11:38pm I've gotten distracted by reading fics other people wrote about my RPG characters ("Blaise undoes the fifth button with his lips." for instance. omg. omg.). rhoddlet and vignette00 wrote better things that I ever did with these people, and I'm just overwhelmed with a wave of missing XX and HO and LN and Imperius, as crazy as they all were, and even further back--missing those incredible years of Redwall and Sherwood and MUCKs. Ely and Benedict. Tess. Bradley and Jayce. Lheanna, Gracen, Roger, Kaliayn. The alphabet guerillas. Blaise and Percy and Lucius, Malcolm Baddock and Terry and Susan and Lisa. C and Adrian and Attie and Pansy and Flint and Cho and and Derrick and Seamus and Charlie. Hell, Merry and Heath and Mac. Good times, good times.
11:45pm Red wine. Maybe that will get the sexytimes flowing.
1:41am Finished, and off to beta, at 2390 words. And I am off to bed. That...took quite a bit longer than I expected.
4:39pm Have typed up some more notes about the shape of a character's fingers and the color of a door and so forth. Drank some V-8 juice. Listening to Elliott Smith on repeat, which is not exactly the most proactive music in the world.
4:57pm Eating Entertaining Quartet crackers (honestly, they're not that amusing) and hummus. Changing music to Cobra Starship, which is very get-up-and-go!
5:01pm I came here to make you dance tonight.
5:02pm I don't care if I'm a guilty pleasure for you.
5:35pm 170 words.
6:04pm 326 words. Secret of Roan Inish soundtrack.
6:11pm Despite my vow not to leave this apartment before finishing this story, I am venturing out into the cold in search of some fresh milk, for mine has spoiled. I am dressed much like a character from this fandom, and it has become clear to me that hot chocolate is a necessity.
6:29pm Home safe and warm. Strong wind at my back, returning from the store around the corner. Three people who regularly haunt the anarchist bookstore/coffeeshop, smoking on the curb. I want them as my friends, but I'm too intimated to say anything. Have you ever tried the hot chocolate recipe on the side of the Hershey's unsweetened cocoa tin? With a dash of salt and vanilla. I am surprised--it really is delicious. Sufjan Stevens.
7:18pm 572 words. Halfway there, if I don't lose control and go far over the minimum!
7:58pm Found some canon that contradicted a paragraph; had to cut it. Oh so confusing. That's the trouble with small fandoms--no extensive sites detailing every moment in every character's timeline.
8:18pm 711 words. This story doesn't know which tense it wants to be in.
8:20pm ...or which POV.
8:57pm 1090 words! But oh so far from done.
10:00pm Talked to Mom on phone for a bit. 1350 words.
11:05pm 1947 words. Now I just need some sex and some resolution.
11:38pm I've gotten distracted by reading fics other people wrote about my RPG characters ("Blaise undoes the fifth button with his lips." for instance. omg. omg.). rhoddlet and vignette00 wrote better things that I ever did with these people, and I'm just overwhelmed with a wave of missing XX and HO and LN and Imperius, as crazy as they all were, and even further back--missing those incredible years of Redwall and Sherwood and MUCKs. Ely and Benedict. Tess. Bradley and Jayce. Lheanna, Gracen, Roger, Kaliayn. The alphabet guerillas. Blaise and Percy and Lucius, Malcolm Baddock and Terry and Susan and Lisa. C and Adrian and Attie and Pansy and Flint and Cho and and Derrick and Seamus and Charlie. Hell, Merry and Heath and Mac. Good times, good times.
11:45pm Red wine. Maybe that will get the sexytimes flowing.
1:41am Finished, and off to beta, at 2390 words. And I am off to bed. That...took quite a bit longer than I expected.