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Dec. 8th, 2016 08:25 pmSo, in two separate classes this semester I've had other students tell me that they really enjoy my writing.
I have no idea how to take compliments in person. But it really made me happy.
I have no idea how to take compliments in person. But it really made me happy.
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Oct. 13th, 2016 11:39 amI’m going through the MCU fics I wrote so I can add the AU ones to my AU series tag, and it’s reminding me how I dropped out of the fandom in-between GotG and AoU. Now I’m wondering: is it the writer in me or the cynic that refuses to accept things that are counter to my interpretation because they make no sense, both in and out of canon? I’m very disappointed in what I’ve heard/read about the movies after GotG (some on tumblr, some on LJ, some from my lilsis who has seen them all), and angry about a bit of it. Lilsis thinks they’re entertaining movies, but she also doesn’t connect to characters or pull apart stories because she’s not a writer. She can just accept it at face value (unless it’s shitty humor stuff that degrades people) and move on with her life.
But I’m going through my fics, and it’s putting me back in that cynical, angry mindset of why I left the fandom in the first place. So maybe the cynic is the one who understands why certain characters/storylines aren’t treated with the respect they deserve, and the writer who is offended at the lazy writing, and the fan who is still pissed about it?
But I’m going through my fics, and it’s putting me back in that cynical, angry mindset of why I left the fandom in the first place. So maybe the cynic is the one who understands why certain characters/storylines aren’t treated with the respect they deserve, and the writer who is offended at the lazy writing, and the fan who is still pissed about it?
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Oct. 11th, 2016 12:09 pmSo I'm the kind of person who asks, "What is the saddest possible pov to use for this story?" and then write it.
And, "Is it possible to make this sad idea sadder?" Yes, yes it is.
But, I suppose, at least I don't write dark/creepy as much anymore. Just fluff and angst, now.
And, "Is it possible to make this sad idea sadder?" Yes, yes it is.
But, I suppose, at least I don't write dark/creepy as much anymore. Just fluff and angst, now.
So, because last time I posted a wordcount I didn't exclude my collection of various story commentaries, I’ve actually posted a total of 1,293,364 words on A03. There’s an uncounted amount on my laptop I’ve never posted, and thousands of lyrics/poems/stories I’ve never typed up that exist only hardcopy. And it doesn’t include any of the papers I’ve written for school (which are A LOT, as I’ve a BA in English and an MA in Education).
I don’t know why, I’m just so excited at that wordcount.
I don’t know why, I’m just so excited at that wordcount.
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Sep. 5th, 2016 02:46 pmSo, I'm skimming through my 'good poems' folder and apparently, my criteria has changed in the ten or so years since I first started saving poems to it. *facepalm*
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Sep. 4th, 2016 12:15 amIs there anyone who has the time or desire to read 57000 words of a One Direction RPF WIP and then talk it over with me so I can try to finish it?
*grumbles in annoyance*
Jul. 20th, 2016 11:08 amI'm working on a merpeople story, right, so I'm checking books out from the library as research, to see how other authors have written merpeople, and SO MANY of the books are in first person. It's so annoying. I just can barely stand it anymore.
while being bored at work
Apr. 20th, 2016 03:27 pmSo, I just tried to count all the fandoms I’ve written at least one thing for, and with room for operator input error, here’s the tally:
For livejournal, I’ve posted in 164 distinct fandoms.
For fanfiction.net, I’ve posted in 136 distinct fandoms.
For A03, I’ve posted in 122 distinct fandoms.
It’d probably be more, but I’ve combined all of the Marvel movies into one category, and all of the fairy tales/mythologies I’ve written for, too.
For livejournal, I’ve posted in 164 distinct fandoms.
For fanfiction.net, I’ve posted in 136 distinct fandoms.
For A03, I’ve posted in 122 distinct fandoms.
It’d probably be more, but I’ve combined all of the Marvel movies into one category, and all of the fairy tales/mythologies I’ve written for, too.
Rewatching Leverage after casting One Direction members as the team: hilarious and adorable at the same time.
(Louis - Nate
Harry - Sophie
Liam - Eliot
Niall - Hardison
Zayn - Parker)
It requires shuffling the mastermind's backstory around a little, but still. So much fun.
I'm not going to be writing it, though, because I'm working on the shifter AU and can't get into another 'verse.
BUT. I've been making up a story in my head where Louis Tomlinson never auditioned for X-Factor but Jay Marcus does (and he was Louis Tomlinson until things go horribly, tragically awry). But it'd be epic, and that never works out for me.
... I may have to start making notes, though.
(Louis - Nate
Harry - Sophie
Liam - Eliot
Niall - Hardison
Zayn - Parker)
It requires shuffling the mastermind's backstory around a little, but still. So much fun.
I'm not going to be writing it, though, because I'm working on the shifter AU and can't get into another 'verse.
BUT. I've been making up a story in my head where Louis Tomlinson never auditioned for X-Factor but Jay Marcus does (and he was Louis Tomlinson until things go horribly, tragically awry). But it'd be epic, and that never works out for me.
... I may have to start making notes, though.
another update
Oct. 5th, 2015 05:20 pmIn happier news, I’ve apparently posted 1,248,735 words on Ao3. That’s not even half of what I actually have on my laptop, and there’s still what I’ve never typed up. There's more at ff.net and here on LJ, but. Dude.
So, I like need to seriously work on my thesis this summer, right? The latest I can defend if I want to graduate this fall is November something, and while I have all the data, and I have outlines and ideas and stuff, I look at it and just... can't do anything.
I have an advisor, right? She's been there since I started in spring 2013. And I've talked to her in the past, and she's looked over what I had, and she's said it all looks good, that I should keep doing what I'm doing, and I just... I feel like we're having different conversations.
She's forgotten appointments we had scheduled, we almost never meet on time (I'm always early and she's always busy), and then she quit replying to my emails in March. She never called me back when I left a voicemail. I knew she was alive because her assistant was in one of my classes. But we were supposed to meet at the end of the semester so we could hammer out a schedule for me to follow while writing, right, and when I finally decided to email her again (on the off-chance she'd actually stop ignoring me), I got an out-of-office reply. She's fucking not in the country and won't be till August. The email said for all her students to go to this other guy for thesis/dissertation help.
So I emailed him, made an appointment, brought the best of what I have written, and waited for half an hour because he was late. And we talked, and he had advice and shit, and then he mentioned that my advisor is the best person to have for my particular project because she's essentially the rockstar of the field.
Regarding my advisor, I have never felt important. I've never felt like a priority. I've always felt like an afterthought. I look at what I have and I want to talk to someone. Want someone to tell me what to do. Is there some basic class I missed about how to research? How to put all the pieces together?
For a fic, I wrote 20,000 words in two days. I don't even have that much for my thesis after a year and a half of work. I look at what I do have and feel nothing. Except maybe dread.
What am I even doing?
I have an advisor, right? She's been there since I started in spring 2013. And I've talked to her in the past, and she's looked over what I had, and she's said it all looks good, that I should keep doing what I'm doing, and I just... I feel like we're having different conversations.
She's forgotten appointments we had scheduled, we almost never meet on time (I'm always early and she's always busy), and then she quit replying to my emails in March. She never called me back when I left a voicemail. I knew she was alive because her assistant was in one of my classes. But we were supposed to meet at the end of the semester so we could hammer out a schedule for me to follow while writing, right, and when I finally decided to email her again (on the off-chance she'd actually stop ignoring me), I got an out-of-office reply. She's fucking not in the country and won't be till August. The email said for all her students to go to this other guy for thesis/dissertation help.
So I emailed him, made an appointment, brought the best of what I have written, and waited for half an hour because he was late. And we talked, and he had advice and shit, and then he mentioned that my advisor is the best person to have for my particular project because she's essentially the rockstar of the field.
Regarding my advisor, I have never felt important. I've never felt like a priority. I've always felt like an afterthought. I look at what I have and I want to talk to someone. Want someone to tell me what to do. Is there some basic class I missed about how to research? How to put all the pieces together?
For a fic, I wrote 20,000 words in two days. I don't even have that much for my thesis after a year and a half of work. I look at what I do have and feel nothing. Except maybe dread.
What am I even doing?
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monicawoe to post 7 lines from the 7th page of my WIP. Unfortunately, either my WIPs don't reach 7 pages or they go way past it, and the 7th page has already been posted.
However! I do have one that is a multiple of 7, so here are 7 lines that are on the 21st page (and would be the second part) of "where there are no keepsakes":
Steve sits Bucky down at the kitchen table, doesn’t call anybody, doesn’t try taking the boy away from him, doesn’t demand answers. He just makes some cocoa and a platter of sandwiches, sets it all in front of Bucky, and waits patiently while Bucky tries to figure out how to eat while holding a sleeping child.
Bucky’s eyes keep going from the kid to Steve and back, and he’s nibbling his lip to death, the way he always did while working out a problem. He finally offers the boy to Steve and Steve carefully takes him.
The story pours out in fragmented sentences and tangents while Bucky works his way through seven ham&cheese sandwiches.
The gist, as far as Steve can determine, is this: Bucky was in England, saw a couple place a basket on a doorstep, have a conversation that made no sense, and vanish in plain sight, leaving a basket with a toddler sleeping inside on a doorstep at night in November in England. And Bucky didn’t know what to do, so he lurked till sunrise, when a woman opened the door, saw the basket and baby, screamed, flailed at the basket, kept screaming –
monicawoe to post 7 lines from the 7th page of my WIP. Unfortunately, either my WIPs don't reach 7 pages or they go way past it, and the 7th page has already been posted. However! I do have one that is a multiple of 7, so here are 7 lines that are on the 21st page (and would be the second part) of "where there are no keepsakes":
Steve sits Bucky down at the kitchen table, doesn’t call anybody, doesn’t try taking the boy away from him, doesn’t demand answers. He just makes some cocoa and a platter of sandwiches, sets it all in front of Bucky, and waits patiently while Bucky tries to figure out how to eat while holding a sleeping child.
Bucky’s eyes keep going from the kid to Steve and back, and he’s nibbling his lip to death, the way he always did while working out a problem. He finally offers the boy to Steve and Steve carefully takes him.
The story pours out in fragmented sentences and tangents while Bucky works his way through seven ham&cheese sandwiches.
The gist, as far as Steve can determine, is this: Bucky was in England, saw a couple place a basket on a doorstep, have a conversation that made no sense, and vanish in plain sight, leaving a basket with a toddler sleeping inside on a doorstep at night in November in England. And Bucky didn’t know what to do, so he lurked till sunrise, when a woman opened the door, saw the basket and baby, screamed, flailed at the basket, kept screaming –
*whistles innocently*
Jun. 2nd, 2015 04:33 pmSo... I've been watching a lot of Paul Walker movies lately. He was pretty damned awesome. If you can, check out Pawn Shop Chronicles - the first third is hilarious, and they tried to make Paul Walker less pretty by dressing him up as a redneck hillbilly. They failed.
Anyway, I got this idea for a shifter AU for the Fast&Furious movies after reading one-too-many fics with the premise that disappointed me. I have ideas through the first two movies, but it'd probably go AU before the fourth. I love worldbuilding so much *hee*
Anyone want to spitball characters from Fast&Furious and if they should be shifters or not?
Anyway, I got this idea for a shifter AU for the Fast&Furious movies after reading one-too-many fics with the premise that disappointed me. I have ideas through the first two movies, but it'd probably go AU before the fourth. I love worldbuilding so much *hee*
Anyone want to spitball characters from Fast&Furious and if they should be shifters or not?
grad school woes + Jensen Ackles
Mar. 11th, 2015 10:34 amOkay, so, I’m in a class this semester where one of the required assignments is seven snapshots about our lives. They can be anything as long as they’re autobiographical. So far I’ve written about my favorite book, that time I wrote a screenplay in Chemistry, and constructional apraxia. There are four left and in class last night, we were to all consider what’s in our list and finalize the decision. My list includes: meeting Jensen Ackles, the dizzy virus, a snowball fight in Nebraska, that time I realized I was depressed, one of my observations for my thesis, and a truly sad moment when I realized I had no grandparents. Thing is, I can only have four and except for meeting Jensen Ackles, the rest are pretty sad, and the dizzy virus would be hard to write about.
Anyway, the point of this: while a couple of people recognized his name, no one in the class actually knew who Jensen Ackles was. So I googled him on my phone and then passed it around.
So, last night, I was in a pretty bad mood, okay? I hurt my knee almost a month ago and it’s been steadily getting worse instead of better and yesterday, while trying to find a doctor, it seemed that neither of the orthopedic clinics in town take my insurance. I also got my period so I had a headache and cramps, and then there was nowhere to park, I was late to class, and it was drizzling. Okay? I just wanted to burn everything down and settle somewhere in the ashes to cry.
But. I passed my phone around with pictures of Jensen Ackles and it was hilarious because each one of them looked at my phone and either gaped or said something along of the lines, “Damn, he’s fine.” I laughed so hard, it was amazing. My knee still hurt (god, it hurts so much) but everything else seemed better.
I’ve decided that meeting him is the next snapshot, and one of my classmates really wants to hear about the snowball fight in Nebraska, and I’m gonna for sure write about the realization of depression (because that was a turning point in my life), but I’m still not positive what the seventh snapshot will be. Either the dizzy virus (because I do think I have a handle on how to start that) or that observation, because it was a powerful moment about how amazing and heartrending the ability to read can be.
Anyway. I just. All of them (seven women all well-educated) looked at pictures of Jensen Ackles and gaped. I loved it.
Anyway, the point of this: while a couple of people recognized his name, no one in the class actually knew who Jensen Ackles was. So I googled him on my phone and then passed it around.
So, last night, I was in a pretty bad mood, okay? I hurt my knee almost a month ago and it’s been steadily getting worse instead of better and yesterday, while trying to find a doctor, it seemed that neither of the orthopedic clinics in town take my insurance. I also got my period so I had a headache and cramps, and then there was nowhere to park, I was late to class, and it was drizzling. Okay? I just wanted to burn everything down and settle somewhere in the ashes to cry.
But. I passed my phone around with pictures of Jensen Ackles and it was hilarious because each one of them looked at my phone and either gaped or said something along of the lines, “Damn, he’s fine.” I laughed so hard, it was amazing. My knee still hurt (god, it hurts so much) but everything else seemed better.
I’ve decided that meeting him is the next snapshot, and one of my classmates really wants to hear about the snowball fight in Nebraska, and I’m gonna for sure write about the realization of depression (because that was a turning point in my life), but I’m still not positive what the seventh snapshot will be. Either the dizzy virus (because I do think I have a handle on how to start that) or that observation, because it was a powerful moment about how amazing and heartrending the ability to read can be.
Anyway. I just. All of them (seven women all well-educated) looked at pictures of Jensen Ackles and gaped. I loved it.
commentary
Oct. 8th, 2014 10:27 pmSo, I've made a post at my tumblr asking for commentary requests, should anybody have one.
