my keyboard holds a grudge :|
I'm trying to write this fic, and it is making me want to pull out my hair. Or throw food at the wall, at best. To copy&paste from my rant at Nat, It follows me around like a tiny, clingy puppy that you kinda wanna kick to get off your ankles, but then it tilts its head and asdfgfdsa wins back your love.
I made a playlist for it, which I've actually grown to adore, and feel the need to pimp out. No apologies for using Cat Power three times, for she is amazing beyond words.
BEHOLD. NIFTY PROCRASTINATION.
But yes, fic. I have the plot semi-plotted out. I've been writing scenes here, scenes there, and I know what style I'd like to write it in. The style it belongs in. Funny thing is, I can't write like that.
I write it how I can, and it comes out shallow and repressed, lacking any kind of spark. I see fics as movies in my mind, and try to write it that way. Then I just get carried away and the movie plays on, filling itself out without any help from myself. And when I open my eyes and begin to type, the cursor just continues to blink endlessly.
And of course, I can't really post any details, since it's for a very special flister, and I am asdfgbfdsasdf displeased with my undependable writing skills.
Like I ranted to Nat, It's so blase and shallow. I want to write like I'm in the shadows, holding a mirror so the audience only gets small glimmers of coherency, and the rest is all memories and hinted emotions and hidden metaphors. And it just isn't happening.
Also, I just received my Scene Dome tour in the mail yesterday! Honestly, Canada Post going on strike was infuriating. Took about forever D:
REGARDLESS it is here. I started it last night, but only got to the MC cause I fell asleep. To save on going into overdrive flail mode when I should be writing, here are my tweets:
rainbow ☼
-CONCERT DVD IN THE MAIL. FINALLY. /shakes fist at canada post's strike
-Photobook, I want to cradle you in my arms and snuggle into my bedsheets and keep us warm forever.
-Dome tour, come to mama ♥
-Aiba, you're so smiley and handsome and squishy and sexy as hell. You make me squeal at screens like porn never could D:
-Ohmiya in Troublemaker. Can I frame you?
-Aiba is already glistening with sweat. How I adore this man. And his clear pores.
-TABOO. FUCK.
-I don't mean to tweet on every single thing but dear god I am in lust with these performances. And let me down never sounded so smexeh ♥
-...made ue wo should've been performed in the first set of costumes. Just sayin'.
-They're all just... having fun.
PAUSE, RL RESUMES.
rainbow ☼
-Dome tour: second attempt ♥
-Hurry up Magical Song, I want to see you 8Dv
-That fucking clown. I still don't like it.
-Ever notice that the last part of Re(mark)able remix sounds like a home intrusion?
-AIBA NAKED. Oh no. He got dressed ;_;
-/rewinds
-No, really. I want to see them naked.
-TAKE IT OFF, AIBA.
Wow, that looks so sad. Whatever, I don't have time to do a full out Ebert & Roper review, so this shall do. To my tlisters whom I have spammed, my apologies.
FIC. WHY WILL YOU NOT HAPPEN.
edit: FIC. WHY YOU LOOKING LONG. (first chaptered/multi-part fic in fandom? idefk)
I made a playlist for it, which I've actually grown to adore, and feel the need to pimp out. No apologies for using Cat Power three times, for she is amazing beyond words.
BEHOLD. NIFTY PROCRASTINATION.
But yes, fic. I have the plot semi-plotted out. I've been writing scenes here, scenes there, and I know what style I'd like to write it in. The style it belongs in. Funny thing is, I can't write like that.
I write it how I can, and it comes out shallow and repressed, lacking any kind of spark. I see fics as movies in my mind, and try to write it that way. Then I just get carried away and the movie plays on, filling itself out without any help from myself. And when I open my eyes and begin to type, the cursor just continues to blink endlessly.
And of course, I can't really post any details, since it's for a very special flister, and I am asdfgbfdsasdf displeased with my undependable writing skills.
Like I ranted to Nat, It's so blase and shallow. I want to write like I'm in the shadows, holding a mirror so the audience only gets small glimmers of coherency, and the rest is all memories and hinted emotions and hidden metaphors. And it just isn't happening.
Also, I just received my Scene Dome tour in the mail yesterday! Honestly, Canada Post going on strike was infuriating. Took about forever D:
REGARDLESS it is here. I started it last night, but only got to the MC cause I fell asleep. To save on going into overdrive flail mode when I should be writing, here are my tweets:
rainbow ☼
-CONCERT DVD IN THE MAIL. FINALLY. /shakes fist at canada post's strike
-Photobook, I want to cradle you in my arms and snuggle into my bedsheets and keep us warm forever.
-Dome tour, come to mama ♥
-Aiba, you're so smiley and handsome and squishy and sexy as hell. You make me squeal at screens like porn never could D:
-Ohmiya in Troublemaker. Can I frame you?
-Aiba is already glistening with sweat. How I adore this man. And his clear pores.
-TABOO. FUCK.
-I don't mean to tweet on every single thing but dear god I am in lust with these performances. And let me down never sounded so smexeh ♥
-...made ue wo should've been performed in the first set of costumes. Just sayin'.
-They're all just... having fun.
PAUSE, RL RESUMES.
rainbow ☼
-Dome tour: second attempt ♥
-Hurry up Magical Song, I want to see you 8Dv
-That fucking clown. I still don't like it.
-Ever notice that the last part of Re(mark)able remix sounds like a home intrusion?
-AIBA NAKED. Oh no. He got dressed ;_;
-/rewinds
-No, really. I want to see them naked.
-TAKE IT OFF, AIBA.
Wow, that looks so sad. Whatever, I don't have time to do a full out Ebert & Roper review, so this shall do. To my tlisters whom I have spammed, my apologies.
FIC. WHY WILL YOU NOT HAPPEN.
edit: FIC. WHY YOU LOOKING LONG. (first chaptered/multi-part fic in fandom? idefk)