NOT DEAD. FIC FINISHED AND IMMINENT.
I didn’t want to return until I could do so IN GLORY, which I defined as follows:
SINGLE SHINES THE TRIPLE SUN. THE PROPHECY IS NOW FULFILLED.
Of course... the glory is somewhat impeded by the fact that this has taken so horribly, horribly long that probably no one is actually here any more.
I am so sorry to people who left wonderful, wonderful comments on my stories. Thank you all, I hope some of you see this. I didn’t mean not to reply. I kept thinking I would, but logging into livejournal made me feel ridiculously tense and guilty about not having finished the story, and I would put it off, and increasingly couldn’t bring myself to do it at all. I have barely looked at my friends page in ... (I DON’T EVEN WANT TO SAY HOW LONG) for the same reason. I MISS YOU ALL. But I just got in a knot where I couldn’t do it.
The above is entirely my responsibility and my issues and I know no one wanted me to feel like that, least of all the people who prompted the story! But unfortunately no amount of reassurance would have made it go away.
And I am so sorry to Perverse_Idyll and Tweedisgood who very generously donated to charity for me to write something all that time ago only to have me disappear off the face of the world. All I can say is, if it took eight times the time it should have done, it is eight times at long. It was supposed to be about 4000 words. It’s 31,000.
And IT IS FINISHED. NOT A WIP. (Though I will have to proofread it as I go along, there are a couple of bollocksed sentences in there).
It is 11 chapters. I will post one every day possibly every other day if I have to fix something or if I'm insanely busy but there will NOT be big gaps. It is finished, I swear.
The prompt was this:
The Trickster. It's a mythic archetype all over the world: the god, demigod or cunning being/man/spirit who plays tricks on Gods and mortals, and thereby shows them something about themselves or the ways of the world. Loki, Prometheus, Anansi...
What if Holmes appears to have been completely fooled, bamboozled and defeated by a clever foe (needn't be any especially dark crime, so no need for gore and angst)and either in the process learns a valuable lesson about himself (and hopefully Watson, hint hint) or is in fact himself the trickster in some way and Watson is the recipient of the lesson?
The story is called Masked Ball. I’ll post in on Ao3 (because OMG, so easy!) but I’ll link from here. I’ll give the first chapter its own post LJ post in a second.
Yes, I hope I'l be able to return to Antidote to Sorrow. But I do have a load of pro-writer work to do and look how it turned out the LAST time I made promises, so for now, I must leave that as "I hope so."
So, um - tell me how you are! What have I missed? What’s going on? What great fic is out there?
- Having finished a novel
- Having signed a publishing deal
- Having actually got paid for it (which is supposed to be synonymous with 2, but HA.)
- Not currently depressed and only manageably anxious
- Most importantly, had finished the piece of fanfic I owe Tweedisgood and Perverse_Idyll.
SINGLE SHINES THE TRIPLE SUN. THE PROPHECY IS NOW FULFILLED.
Of course... the glory is somewhat impeded by the fact that this has taken so horribly, horribly long that probably no one is actually here any more.
I am so sorry to people who left wonderful, wonderful comments on my stories. Thank you all, I hope some of you see this. I didn’t mean not to reply. I kept thinking I would, but logging into livejournal made me feel ridiculously tense and guilty about not having finished the story, and I would put it off, and increasingly couldn’t bring myself to do it at all. I have barely looked at my friends page in ... (I DON’T EVEN WANT TO SAY HOW LONG) for the same reason. I MISS YOU ALL. But I just got in a knot where I couldn’t do it.
The above is entirely my responsibility and my issues and I know no one wanted me to feel like that, least of all the people who prompted the story! But unfortunately no amount of reassurance would have made it go away.
And I am so sorry to Perverse_Idyll and Tweedisgood who very generously donated to charity for me to write something all that time ago only to have me disappear off the face of the world. All I can say is, if it took eight times the time it should have done, it is eight times at long. It was supposed to be about 4000 words. It’s 31,000.
And IT IS FINISHED. NOT A WIP. (Though I will have to proofread it as I go along, there are a couple of bollocksed sentences in there).
It is 11 chapters. I will post one every day possibly every other day if I have to fix something or if I'm insanely busy but there will NOT be big gaps. It is finished, I swear.
The prompt was this:
The Trickster. It's a mythic archetype all over the world: the god, demigod or cunning being/man/spirit who plays tricks on Gods and mortals, and thereby shows them something about themselves or the ways of the world. Loki, Prometheus, Anansi...
What if Holmes appears to have been completely fooled, bamboozled and defeated by a clever foe (needn't be any especially dark crime, so no need for gore and angst)and either in the process learns a valuable lesson about himself (and hopefully Watson, hint hint) or is in fact himself the trickster in some way and Watson is the recipient of the lesson?
The story is called Masked Ball. I’ll post in on Ao3 (because OMG, so easy!) but I’ll link from here. I’ll give the first chapter its own post LJ post in a second.
Yes, I hope I'l be able to return to Antidote to Sorrow. But I do have a load of pro-writer work to do and look how it turned out the LAST time I made promises, so for now, I must leave that as "I hope so."
So, um - tell me how you are! What have I missed? What’s going on? What great fic is out there?