All right, guys. Time to open your pocket books:

help_japan

My thread is here, and I'm offering a five thousand word story in the fandom of your choice. Starting bid is ten bucks, and bidding is open until March 26th.

An explanation in numerical form:

1. So I was helping my parents with some yard work today.
2. This involved spreading pine straw.
3. My forearms are now stippled with red dots and scratches and sting like the devil because I am allergic to pine straw.
4. I do not know why I chose not to wear long sleeves. I mean, it's not like I don't know that ( Read more... )

Huh. So I was backing up my files this evening, and decided to poke around through my Stories folder for a while, just to see what sort of things I've got sitting around in limbo. Some of it's fannish, and some of it's original, and-- I'm actually pleasantly surprised to find that most of it doesn't suck that much. So here, have a few excerpts ( Read more... )

So when I write, I like to have a lot of random reference material. I have whole files full of pictures of Berlin's Stalinist classicism in architecture, word docs full of Schopenhauer quotations, an evolving list of museums with wood prints by the Die Brucke collective, and more links to youtube clips of German expressionist films than can ( Read more... )

1. I am holding my head very, very still at the moment, and hoping that my stomach can handle the banana I attempted to ingest tonight in lieu of a proper dinner. We're on Day Two of a Really Bad Migraine here in Carol's brainbox, and oh oh oh oh ow. Day Two is usually when that feeling of Something is going to burst out my skull like that one ( Read more... )

There are people who watch Castle on my f-list, yes?

( If not, feel free to skip the wittering herein. If so, be advised for spoilers for the most recent episodes. )

While I did make it out of the house today-- after two tries in the truck at getting up the hill at the front of the neighborhood-- I am still suffering from the effects of extreme cabin fever. My creativity has gone the way of all the bread, milk, and fresh produce at the grocery store; that is, I'm completely out ( Read more... )

1. I have been trapped in my house since Sunday and am slowly going insane from cabin fever. O, sheets of ice shellacking the roads, why will you not melt? I had to take a hammer to the front walk in order to break up enough ice to start prying it up with a spade; there is no way in hell I'm doing that on all the streets in our neighborhood.

2. ( Read more... )

Okay. Because I am a moron and have evidently decided that the old "write what you know" adage is for wusses, I have written myself into a couple linguistic corners in the Inception story I'm currently trying to finish. Here are the problems:

1. I have Ariadne speaking French to someone who is a native Castelrotto, Italy. This character's ( Read more... )

So here's the thing: I'm doing a major rewrite on an Inception story right now, and there's this 5k word fragment1 of a White Collar heist fic sitting next to it in my Works in Progress folder, and I keep opening it up and thinking, "Damn, I really like this story." Which is a good thing, right? Because it's good to like what you've written ( Read more... )