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07 October 2007 @ 09:10 am
Pretty new icon from andidream here at livejounal (see, I credited, Missy, even if no one really reads my posts at all).
17 September 2007 @ 11:07 am
So, I found this site that was asking for submissions of stories about domestic abuse and would pay $100-200 per story. I was all "gee, don't have a job yet, I could totally do that, could use the money, and, hello, published". I did a bunch of research on line, read some other first hand stories, and then took elements of my own slightly f-ed up childhood that had its fair share of verbal abuse. It's been awhile since I've honest to God finished a piece, and this one I completed in about, oh, six or seven hours after it stewed for six days. Tomorrow is the deadline, so I went to the website and figured I'd better read up on the submission guidelines. Turns out that as part of the submission requirements you have to sign something stating that everything you've written is true.

Now I'm debating whether or not I should go ahead and submit the damn thing anyway. I mean, if I do it under a pen name, who's gonna know? I'm not telling Chrissy or anyone 'cept the, like, two people who read this and I based a lot of what happened on factual understanding of domestic violence, the true narratives of other women, and my own life. How is that not true? Crystal would say it's true.

Obviously I shouldn't. Oh well. At least I put my nose to the grindstone and finished a story. That's something. And maybe I can find somewhere else to publish it. I might not get any money for it but. Yeah.
21 July 2007 @ 11:58 pm
I have completed the seventh, and final, Harry Potter.

Jo never disappoints.

When she goes for a finale, by God, she goes for a finale.

I just wanted to tell her thank you.

Now it's time to move on. I don't know how, but I have to. What am I supposed to do? Not yet. Not yet? What does that mean? I'm utterly useless over here, and I've picked up the hints you dropped, I did, but what am I supposed to do?

I'm taking a shower.
14 July 2007 @ 11:21 pm
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08 April 2007 @ 01:20 am
Well, we all know just how wonderful I am about updating stuff. Yeah, never. BoM is very, very slowly chugging along in its own puttering way. I haven’t been completely lazy. I’ve been meandering through a little ghost story for a few months along with an SG:A fanfic which I really should have gotten done a long time ago. Ditto for chapters 21 & 22 of BoM.

The good news is that I’ve gotten the chance to do what I haven’t put the conscientious effort into doing in the past 4 years: a lot of recreational reading. Read all three of Novik’s novels, Gaiman’s Stardust, Stephen King’s On Writing (and then his Misery, Carrie, and Bag of Bones to make up for that fact that I’ve only read his first “Dark Tower” stuff and wasn’t further interested), Capote’s In Cold Blood, Pearl’s The Dante Club (“As your publisher, I order you to put that gun away at once!” pg. 241), Helicona Spring, and many others. It’s possible I’ve read about 40 books in four months. That’s pretty good for me; I need to read things other than fanfiction.

Also, I’ve developed a fondness for Stargate: Atlantis (I never really loved SG-1). Mostly because I love Rodney after reading “freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose” by synecdochic. It is the best fanfic I’ve ever read. Ever. I mean, I love Shalott (Novik!) and Mellon Chronicles are fun and Maya is terrific when she’s not being utterly distracted. But this long fic just has so much love and loss and there’s Rodney. Achingly vivid Rodney trying to fill in the empty spaces he left back on Atlantis, adapting to a life back on Earth at what may as well be the physics department at UNI. A thoroughly traumatized Rodney who makes his classes into “101 ways the geek can save you from the aliens” and spends a week scrubbing the red paint from his hands after the annual student v. faculty paintball game (it’s the first time the faculty wins in 24 years) after which Rodney is exempt from ever participating in again.

It sticks because it’s true.

Bunny (Katrina) is ready for bed; I suppose I should retire.
06 October 2006 @ 03:45 pm
Fragile Things: ICollapse )
05 October 2006 @ 11:20 pm
I'm fairly bad at keeping in touch; how my family hates it too.

Here's chapter 19, much later than I'd anticipated. I had a bit of a rough time cranking this one out as it didn't want to crank. Can't say when I'll get 20 typed up--another short one with Gwar(??)--as the day after I completed 19 my back, shoulder, and chest all decided to rebel against me. That means I feel exactly like Arielle, or rather, I feel exactly the same as the day I was released from the hospital six years ago. It only hurts when I breathe. Walking across parking lots makes me winded (and hurt!), and laughing, hic-uping, and sneezing are horrible. All around, a good time to write 21, as poor Arielle and I suffer together.

On a happier note, I've just read Death Note #7 (OMG!!!L!!!Light!!!!!!Noooooooooo!!!!!!!). How does that story just keep getting better?! I also bought Neil Gaiman's "Fragile Things" and am totally, completely loving it. I mean, Sherlock Holmes meets H.P. Lovecraft in "A Study in Emerald"?! Ingenious! I expect the Novel version of this collaboration, Gaiman mark my words (just after you do more fun with the 'American Gods')! And "Forbidden Brides of the Faceless Slaves in the Secret House of the Night of Dread Desire" is now my absolute all-time favorite meta short story. And it's riddled with ghost stories and just the most amazing. . .and I'm not even half way through the collection--I've yet to read his Matrix fanfiction. My love/hate relationship to Gaiman thickens. Oh, and I saw a paperback of his "Coraline" on sale in the children's section for Halloween reading, and I snatched that up right quick.

So much inspiration, so little time.
05 October 2006 @ 10:48 pm
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24 July 2006 @ 01:52 am
Déjà vuCollapse )
18 July 2006 @ 12:36 am
March?! It was March when I last updated BoM? I’m a terrible, terrible authoress keeping everyone waiting in suspense like that. But no worries. I got an internet connection for the first time in three months last week (Thank you, sweet broadband gods, and damn you Time Warner for taking two and a half weeks!). After living in hotel rooms and barracks and all manner of strange and/or illegal places I now have . . . a hobbit hole. Yes, indeed, my twin and I were able to obtain the hobbit hole. Half underground on a hill with a nice little garden out front. And no, the gardener’s name isn’t Sam. It’s Jesus.

No worries, much more will follow in the next few weeks. What, did you think I was slacking over the past three months?

Comic-con, I come for you in two days!