Yay!
Almost there.
Had a psychological fic breakthrough hunched over my laptop at lunchtime. Think I found a way back into my big rewrite of *tosses salt over shoulder just to be sure* Five Readings For Sister Anne a.k.a. that darned (or other euphemisms too numerous to mention) nun fic. My bonsai'ing of the fic the other week was the right move, but I've just been editing around the fringes. One paragraph seemed to be blocking me and I found a tunnel through it. Whee! Goodness when this gets posted within the week people are going to be reading it going:
a) Boring
b) Why is Argent writing this?
c) It's okay, but doesn't really float my boat
d) Where are the Winchesters?
e) It doesn't look like a wild problem child, so what took you so damned long?
f) All of the above
g) Who the freakin' hell is this Argent person anyway?
h) None of the above
To which my answers will respectively be:
a) Quite possibly. No guns, no hot Winchesters (either generation). All that social history.
b) Because I had to. The idea got stuck in my head and it wouldn't go away. I had to write it to purge it. What more can I say?
c) *Hands over a bailer* That's okay, because I don't need everyone to like everything I write, because in the end I'm writing for me. It's often the way I think issues through and deal with more difficult topics.
d) Well, Dean's in hell :( And Sam's justifiably suffering and going mad trying to fix that. Give him time. John? Oh I hope that he's making out with Mary as you read this.
e) What? The dreadlocks, the black nail polish, the mulish pout didn't give that away? No, looks innocent enough sitting there. All the problems were shouted out behind closed doors. Just trust me, this has been a bitch to write.
f) I hear you! *Holds out a plate of cookies*
g) Dude, I think you clicked that pesky new Random LJ link that bumped its way into where your link to your Friends page used to be. Just take a deep breath and tiptoe away quietly. I'm not offended. Though you may miss out on some damned fine cookies if Dean has left any for the rest of the LJ verse. Dean? Dean! DEAN!!!!!!! Get back here with that plate!!!!!
h) Really? That might get you a hug even if I haven't met you. Imagine if you will that scene in Tall Tales where Sam goes ferally emo. You get the idea? Now - RUN!
Other fic news:
The end is also in sight for the secret newcomer Let's call it fate
Which is great because I have to get back to S is for Winchester because trulybloom really needs a lift a.s.a.p.
And there are those other 3 or 4 almost as current fic that are sitting open on my laptop but I'm trying not to look at them for a few days in order not to be distracted away from finished things because I'm under strict orders from noirbabalon to JUST FINISH SOMETHING, WOMAN! Um, okay.
Meanwhile I had proudly waved my two new self-created banners at secret-seer, who very nicely, and calmly patted me on my non-graphics head, and said, "Hand them over, Argent. I'll just give them a quick polish." *pouts, then grins* Cos, now they will be awesome! Ta, SS.
So, back I go to the fic - right after I go buy some music on iTunes. That clear out of my desk at the weekend produced a long missing iTunes gift card someone gave me for Christmas. Music! Yay. Want to buy Hinder's Better than me. Then there is Melissa Etheridge's The Awakening album, and lots of Dave Matthews that I still don't own. Wheee!!! Happy musical days.
Later, when I have more fic updates (or I'm bored - whatever comes sooner)
Had a psychological fic breakthrough hunched over my laptop at lunchtime. Think I found a way back into my big rewrite of *tosses salt over shoulder just to be sure* Five Readings For Sister Anne a.k.a. that darned (or other euphemisms too numerous to mention) nun fic. My bonsai'ing of the fic the other week was the right move, but I've just been editing around the fringes. One paragraph seemed to be blocking me and I found a tunnel through it. Whee! Goodness when this gets posted within the week people are going to be reading it going:
a) Boring
b) Why is Argent writing this?
c) It's okay, but doesn't really float my boat
d) Where are the Winchesters?
e) It doesn't look like a wild problem child, so what took you so damned long?
f) All of the above
g) Who the freakin' hell is this Argent person anyway?
h) None of the above
To which my answers will respectively be:
a) Quite possibly. No guns, no hot Winchesters (either generation). All that social history.
b) Because I had to. The idea got stuck in my head and it wouldn't go away. I had to write it to purge it. What more can I say?
c) *Hands over a bailer* That's okay, because I don't need everyone to like everything I write, because in the end I'm writing for me. It's often the way I think issues through and deal with more difficult topics.
d) Well, Dean's in hell :( And Sam's justifiably suffering and going mad trying to fix that. Give him time. John? Oh I hope that he's making out with Mary as you read this.
e) What? The dreadlocks, the black nail polish, the mulish pout didn't give that away? No, looks innocent enough sitting there. All the problems were shouted out behind closed doors. Just trust me, this has been a bitch to write.
f) I hear you! *Holds out a plate of cookies*
g) Dude, I think you clicked that pesky new Random LJ link that bumped its way into where your link to your Friends page used to be. Just take a deep breath and tiptoe away quietly. I'm not offended. Though you may miss out on some damned fine cookies if Dean has left any for the rest of the LJ verse. Dean? Dean! DEAN!!!!!!! Get back here with that plate!!!!!
h) Really? That might get you a hug even if I haven't met you. Imagine if you will that scene in Tall Tales where Sam goes ferally emo. You get the idea? Now - RUN!
Other fic news:
The end is also in sight for the secret newcomer Let's call it fate
Which is great because I have to get back to S is for Winchester because trulybloom really needs a lift a.s.a.p.
And there are those other 3 or 4 almost as current fic that are sitting open on my laptop but I'm trying not to look at them for a few days in order not to be distracted away from finished things because I'm under strict orders from noirbabalon to JUST FINISH SOMETHING, WOMAN! Um, okay.
Meanwhile I had proudly waved my two new self-created banners at secret-seer, who very nicely, and calmly patted me on my non-graphics head, and said, "Hand them over, Argent. I'll just give them a quick polish." *pouts, then grins* Cos, now they will be awesome! Ta, SS.
So, back I go to the fic - right after I go buy some music on iTunes. That clear out of my desk at the weekend produced a long missing iTunes gift card someone gave me for Christmas. Music! Yay. Want to buy Hinder's Better than me. Then there is Melissa Etheridge's The Awakening album, and lots of Dave Matthews that I still don't own. Wheee!!! Happy musical days.
Later, when I have more fic updates (or I'm bored - whatever comes sooner)