Mishmash
Haven is on my to-watch list (I have the S1 DVDs and everything), and it has been for a while, but somehow I didn't know until today that it films in Nova Scotia. (I've read this via a couple of people, oddly.) All I can think is, they film a show in CHESTER? I'm torn between "...really?" and "WHY DID I NOT KNOW THIS?"
I always feel like I'm a bit of a bad Nova Scotian because people talk about how lovely it is here, and I never think about it. It really is gorgeous for a lot of the year. (Our spring? Very unimpressive. And winter is just winter. There's a reason our tourists come in summer or autumn.)
There was supposed to be fic posting today, and my brain just wasn't up to it. Oh, brain. OTOH, I was talking to
scruloose about chain mail*, and things spiraled, and now I have new and incongruous headcanon that amuses the heck out of me, complete with a page or two written about it.
I guess it's good that I'm getting better about just writing down what I feel like writing about, even if I don't think it's likely to go anywhere. I still overthink basically everything, but now I'm overthinking it while also creating files with names like "Verity and Shaun go drinking" instead of dismissing it out of hand. (As yet that file contains precisely zero words having to do with drinking.)
*Possibly my husband misses the days when I was fannish about things for which I couldn't go to him for logistical help. That said, he's the one who pointed out last week that the InCryptid 'verse could quite possibly flex enough to allow time travel.
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I always feel like I'm a bit of a bad Nova Scotian because people talk about how lovely it is here, and I never think about it. It really is gorgeous for a lot of the year. (Our spring? Very unimpressive. And winter is just winter. There's a reason our tourists come in summer or autumn.)
There was supposed to be fic posting today, and my brain just wasn't up to it. Oh, brain. OTOH, I was talking to
scruloose about chain mail*, and things spiraled, and now I have new and incongruous headcanon that amuses the heck out of me, complete with a page or two written about it.
I guess it's good that I'm getting better about just writing down what I feel like writing about, even if I don't think it's likely to go anywhere. I still overthink basically everything, but now I'm overthinking it while also creating files with names like "Verity and Shaun go drinking" instead of dismissing it out of hand. (As yet that file contains precisely zero words having to do with drinking.)
*Possibly my husband misses the days when I was fannish about things for which I couldn't go to him for logistical help. That said, he's the one who pointed out last week that the InCryptid 'verse could quite possibly flex enough to allow time travel.
Originally posted at http://umadoshi.dreamwidth.org/418638.html. Comment here if you like, or comment there using OpenID. Comments at DW: