Fannish things
-Have converted nuraicha to The Mind Robber and it blew her mind. \o/ Trying to get her to watch The Invasion and The War Games next. Not that I am at all biased about the last three stories of Season 6 *hyperventilates* because seriously, it's such awesome stuff. When I started telling her about The Invasion, she just asked "Is that the one where they're drunk?" See, Pat and Frazer? That's your legacy to people who haven't seen these stories yet. (Oh, and she is also gay for Zoe and her sparkly bum. I am weeping a little from joy. ♥ )
-If you guys haven't been following the Blake's 7 coffeeshop AU marah_sarie and ushas42 are making cracky posts about on Tumblr, you are missing out.
-I did some code-poking on Tumblr last night and the search box actually finally works. But this is what it revealed about my priorities.
Shut. Up.
-Mainlining yet more Anaïs and dear lord. I just keep wanting to write TONS of new porn stuff, set in the 30s. This is a problem when I still have a medieval Persian fic to polish. I'm so not feeling it, this whole betaing thing when I have other visions in my head and want to run off to write them. The problem is, I have Torsten/Laura scenarios in my head but it'd feel just so... wanky to start writing missing scenes and additional scenes of those two somehow. Because the Devil project itself was like me letting out all the twisted Torsten stuff that was in my head and exorcising it, and I thought I'd closed the door on them. But they keep haunting me, those damn characters. And even then, the things I think of are a bit too similar to what has happened already, and I kind of explored the gamut of sexual scenarios with those two. I realise it's a weakness to keep wanting to write sequels and that it's always better to have a fresh start to introduce new scenarios, to keep them fresher, to give the pairing more UST to fuel those encounters. So I kind of feel guilty and uncomfortable about having all this porn inside my head that's just... isolated scenes and nothing more; something I can't really string together into a fic without repeating myself. Augh! I mean, it's not like it's a porn soap opera with a new episode each day, even if it may be that for my daily wanks. I just have too much porn in my head and it's all scattered and it's so difficult to string it all together into stories with a beginning, an end and a middle and some character journeys in there somewhere, damn it! (ETA: And if it's existing ships, like Doctor/Master, where you can just hit the ground running, it's easier. But if it's a ship that requires some serious development to even exist, let alone be plausible, like it is with Jaffar/Princess and Torsten/Laura, it gets more difficult to write just outright PWPage.)
-That whole being inspired by good writing thing reminds me that a fellow fan who I really respect recently told me she couldn't keep on reading my fics because she found herself sort of plagiarising my writing because it clicked so well in her head, and she realised she had to stop so she wouldn't be copying me any more. That's one of the greatest compliments I've ever had, I must say. But I get that too, and I think a lot of writers do. Neil Gaiman once wrote a post on how he looked back on some of his old writing and in one story, he'd sound exactly like a certain sci-fi author and in another, like another famous fantasy author, and it read like outright plagiarism to him when he read those stories now. But I agree with him in that once you've read tons and tons and written tons and tons, it all starts to blend into this new word soup that's uniquely you. I'd imagine it's something that happens when you haven't written anything for a long while (or are just starting out) and then get this huge surge of inspiration after reading something that sends your brain firing on all cylinders. I certainly get that when I read my favourite writers--Angela Carter, Tanith Lee, versaphile, Gaiman himself and now Anaïs are always pretty good for that. And then I really have to watch out so I won't sound *too* much like them when I work on my own text.
Although the weirdest fucking thing is that I only started reading Anaïs properly after about three people told me my writing sounded like hers. So that was totally a coincidence. We're both kind of breathless and passionate and Romantic and sex-obsessed women and prefer poetic stuff to realism, so I guess that's it. But it's strange that whenever she wrote her proper novels, she could only ever write about herself, and that it's exactly the cheap and rough porn that she wrote when impoverished that's actually the most creative and new with some made-up scenarios instead of stuff that's recycled from her diaries. The old dude who commissioned it may have told her to ditch the poetry and make it crude and coitus-focused, but it's still far more imaginative because for once it isn't about herself or people she knows. And it'd never even occur to me to write about myself because I want to get as far away from my experiences as possible. I mean, ok, the emotions are real because of course I have to rely on my own emotional experiences to extrapolate on what a character might be feeling in a given situation, but dear lord, I'm going to distance the fuck out of it because I want to create something *new*.
-Woke up so horny today I don't know what to do with myself. I really should be betaing that fic to get it out of the way but all sorts of Connies want to just drag me into bed to *cough* contemplate them instead. *whimpers and tries to get back to work*
-If you guys haven't been following the Blake's 7 coffeeshop AU marah_sarie and ushas42 are making cracky posts about on Tumblr, you are missing out.
-I did some code-poking on Tumblr last night and the search box actually finally works. But this is what it revealed about my priorities.
Shut. Up.
-Mainlining yet more Anaïs and dear lord. I just keep wanting to write TONS of new porn stuff, set in the 30s. This is a problem when I still have a medieval Persian fic to polish. I'm so not feeling it, this whole betaing thing when I have other visions in my head and want to run off to write them. The problem is, I have Torsten/Laura scenarios in my head but it'd feel just so... wanky to start writing missing scenes and additional scenes of those two somehow. Because the Devil project itself was like me letting out all the twisted Torsten stuff that was in my head and exorcising it, and I thought I'd closed the door on them. But they keep haunting me, those damn characters. And even then, the things I think of are a bit too similar to what has happened already, and I kind of explored the gamut of sexual scenarios with those two. I realise it's a weakness to keep wanting to write sequels and that it's always better to have a fresh start to introduce new scenarios, to keep them fresher, to give the pairing more UST to fuel those encounters. So I kind of feel guilty and uncomfortable about having all this porn inside my head that's just... isolated scenes and nothing more; something I can't really string together into a fic without repeating myself. Augh! I mean, it's not like it's a porn soap opera with a new episode each day, even if it may be that for my daily wanks. I just have too much porn in my head and it's all scattered and it's so difficult to string it all together into stories with a beginning, an end and a middle and some character journeys in there somewhere, damn it! (ETA: And if it's existing ships, like Doctor/Master, where you can just hit the ground running, it's easier. But if it's a ship that requires some serious development to even exist, let alone be plausible, like it is with Jaffar/Princess and Torsten/Laura, it gets more difficult to write just outright PWPage.)
-That whole being inspired by good writing thing reminds me that a fellow fan who I really respect recently told me she couldn't keep on reading my fics because she found herself sort of plagiarising my writing because it clicked so well in her head, and she realised she had to stop so she wouldn't be copying me any more. That's one of the greatest compliments I've ever had, I must say. But I get that too, and I think a lot of writers do. Neil Gaiman once wrote a post on how he looked back on some of his old writing and in one story, he'd sound exactly like a certain sci-fi author and in another, like another famous fantasy author, and it read like outright plagiarism to him when he read those stories now. But I agree with him in that once you've read tons and tons and written tons and tons, it all starts to blend into this new word soup that's uniquely you. I'd imagine it's something that happens when you haven't written anything for a long while (or are just starting out) and then get this huge surge of inspiration after reading something that sends your brain firing on all cylinders. I certainly get that when I read my favourite writers--Angela Carter, Tanith Lee, versaphile, Gaiman himself and now Anaïs are always pretty good for that. And then I really have to watch out so I won't sound *too* much like them when I work on my own text.
Although the weirdest fucking thing is that I only started reading Anaïs properly after about three people told me my writing sounded like hers. So that was totally a coincidence. We're both kind of breathless and passionate and Romantic and sex-obsessed women and prefer poetic stuff to realism, so I guess that's it. But it's strange that whenever she wrote her proper novels, she could only ever write about herself, and that it's exactly the cheap and rough porn that she wrote when impoverished that's actually the most creative and new with some made-up scenarios instead of stuff that's recycled from her diaries. The old dude who commissioned it may have told her to ditch the poetry and make it crude and coitus-focused, but it's still far more imaginative because for once it isn't about herself or people she knows. And it'd never even occur to me to write about myself because I want to get as far away from my experiences as possible. I mean, ok, the emotions are real because of course I have to rely on my own emotional experiences to extrapolate on what a character might be feeling in a given situation, but dear lord, I'm going to distance the fuck out of it because I want to create something *new*.
-Woke up so horny today I don't know what to do with myself. I really should be betaing that fic to get it out of the way but all sorts of Connies want to just drag me into bed to *cough* contemplate them instead. *whimpers and tries to get back to work*