you probably thought posting my bigbang meant i'd stop talking about it
happy birthday carta! reading about all your birthday meals is making me jealous. and also hungry. uh... cupcake? :D
dancing girls: *shimmy*
now that my bigbang's up i don't know what to do with myself. i don't know what to talk about. (anyone who has ever been on the receiving end of my cracked babble and crazy tangenting may now laugh.) i sat with it for so long i don't know what to do now that it's over. i even finished bryan burrough's public enemies, which i bought for research and have been reading for, i dunno, eight months. there are still things i think i want to say about the fic - who this character really is, where that came from, why i did the other thing - but a. they're spoilery, and b. it might be past time. i mean, i wrote that absurd author's note with bonus babble already.
i guess i could mention that i've started thinking about a timestamp ficlet, kind of like a sequel, but so far it's all of ten lines and i don't know where it's set or when, and i mention its existence knowing full well i might never finish it. i ended the story where i did for a reason, and that reason is not "so i can write a sequel".
i have no idea what to write, tho. i feel like there are 'verses scratching at the back of my brain, but none of them are remotely formed and none of them contain people with names and i don't actually want to talk about this now so i'm going to stop.
but i hope people read my bigbang and enjoy it. the story i ultimately wrote isn't quite the story i set out to write, altho it's close, and it wasn't always easy and it wasn't always fun, but i like it and i'm proud of it.
shuttle launch as seen by skydivers - and i quote: "holy mother of fucking awesomeness". (as found on william gibson's twitter.)
dancing girls: *shimmy*
now that my bigbang's up i don't know what to do with myself. i don't know what to talk about. (anyone who has ever been on the receiving end of my cracked babble and crazy tangenting may now laugh.) i sat with it for so long i don't know what to do now that it's over. i even finished bryan burrough's public enemies, which i bought for research and have been reading for, i dunno, eight months. there are still things i think i want to say about the fic - who this character really is, where that came from, why i did the other thing - but a. they're spoilery, and b. it might be past time. i mean, i wrote that absurd author's note with bonus babble already.
i guess i could mention that i've started thinking about a timestamp ficlet, kind of like a sequel, but so far it's all of ten lines and i don't know where it's set or when, and i mention its existence knowing full well i might never finish it. i ended the story where i did for a reason, and that reason is not "so i can write a sequel".
i have no idea what to write, tho. i feel like there are 'verses scratching at the back of my brain, but none of them are remotely formed and none of them contain people with names and i don't actually want to talk about this now so i'm going to stop.
but i hope people read my bigbang and enjoy it. the story i ultimately wrote isn't quite the story i set out to write, altho it's close, and it wasn't always easy and it wasn't always fun, but i like it and i'm proud of it.
shuttle launch as seen by skydivers - and i quote: "holy mother of fucking awesomeness". (as found on william gibson's twitter.)
