Happy New Year, everyone! It is snowing beautifully outside, which is, I think, a lovely way to usher in the new year. My family is all here (we watched Star Trek last night, I liked it just as much the second time) and I am - as this one kid in my high school French class used to say - très content.

I signed up last minute yesterday for getyourwordsout, ( Read more... )

I have been thwarted on the story I am currently writing, as I realized that my plans to give Brendon the flu directly conflict with the choral subplot. He cannot be a heroic tenor while battling the flu! My two climaxes* are totally in conflict with each other. Writing, so hard. D ( Read more... )

Wading out temporarily from the mire that is my h/c story (and at this point, I'm not even sure it counts as h/c, even though I am inflicting plenty of both physical and emotional pain, help). I am having the worst time writing Jon, who is my favorite (except for Brendon, of course). I don't know what is wrong but he's coming off horribly. I fail ( Read more... )

I am so ridiculously stuck on my bandom_hc fic. But defaulting on my own challenge would be really lame, so I am determined to finish. Still, I always forget how hard writing is.

Also, I just did a timeline check, and turns out everyone was staying at Brendon's house several months before the South Africa trip, not after as I had remembered. Oops. I am ( Read more... )

I switched my prompt right before closing the h/c challenge, so now I am writing the 'Brendon has to be quiet to save his band' story, trying to adapt it to fit with the split. I really like the way I have it lined up in my head (it's symbolic, yo) but I'm having trouble translating it onto paper. I am much more in the mood to write schmoopy h/c ( ( Read more... )

I kind of want to get Zack's motto emblazoned on a shirt or something. Or maybe on my forehead, so I can point to it instead of talking to people. Not all people, that is, just the creepy ones. In particular today was this guy at the pool who kept on swimming up underneath me, and then he'd turn and sort of grin and wink. Swimming up underneath me ( Read more... )

I don't know if it's something about bandom in particular, or if it's just me, but I seem to have lost the knack of writing short stories. Every time I start plotting out a new story it spirals out into a huge epic that I don't know how to finish. Possibly this has something to do with the fact that all I want to write these days are fantastical ( Read more... )