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dragonlady7LJ is down. I am skating in a bout tomorrow. My non-shitty health insurance isn't in effect yet. I am not nervous. Our opponents are our deadly rivals who we've never beaten in three seasons. I am actually rather mellow and calmly looking forward to the whole thing. It's a nice feeling to have, I just hope it's not denial. I tend not to be nervous about this stuff, but there's a fine line between not being nervous and not having my head in the game at all, so if the nerves don't come soon, I'm going to have to start psyching myself up.
Sleep first, though. But I need to post to get my thoughts together and calm myself. I had planned on keeping that sort of wittering stuff in the LJ where it has always been, and reserve this one for fic, but I need an outlet at the moment, and LJ is down for scheduled maintenance. I love how I only ever find out the schedule after the fact. I haven't been able to figure out who is on DW yet, and so I have 0 audience, despite linking from LJ. It's a bit disappointing to me how little motivation I feel to post if I know no one reads. It's especially hard, I'm realizing, to post writing if nobody comments. How silly, and how sad.
My fingernails are painted red, which matches the accent colors on my uniform, and it is distracting me. I haven't had painted nails, I am realizing, since, um, like college. That's an increasingly long time.
I need to chill out and sleep. I'm pretty close to that stage now. But not quite there yet. Anyway, just playing with DW for a moment, and collecting myself.
I have not been writing as much as I had hoped, and I hope that I get a little more time soon to sit and ponder these things. I have a whole lot of stuff brewing. I let myself get distracted from Barbarians_Novel for a second, and now the novel with the time travel in it is trying to get itself out my head. I think that one's not ripe yet. I can't figure out a plot framework at all. And you can't write a time travel novel without addressing the central paradoxes of time travel, and yet I have no interest in them. So either I need to rework this premise, come up with some reasonable handwaving, or buckle down and make myself write an Asimov section where it's addressed. I don't write like Asimov, though. So I'm not sure if this is fated for success.
I may post an excerpt from it, though. This novel is far far far along my personal spectrum of YA--> Erotica, of its own volition-- Barbarians has some porn in it, for sure, but it's reasonable. The One With The Time Travel? Holy shit, it's ridiculous. The scene I will probably post actually sort of suggested itself to me out of the blue. The overall premise involves people magically sharing other people's bodies. In this scene, a woman in a man's body fucks a woman and makes out with another man, in the Stone Age, with the inhabited man's somewhat-bemused consent. I can't even remotely explain. There's also a Bronze Age fuck-or-die sequence involving magic and funeral rites and I don't know where any of it came from. I just know that the part of me that likes the harder side of SF also is incalculably horny, or so it seems. I seriously did not intend there to be any porn in this novel, but within about three hours of my coming up with the premise there was a scene with a man in a woman's body masturbating in a shower. I know, right? What? I don't know. My brain does this on its own. So whenever I try to come up with an overall plot for the thing, I just wind up with another goddamn orgy. I almost give up, but the trying, I admit, is quite a lot of fun.
OK bed.
Sleep first, though. But I need to post to get my thoughts together and calm myself. I had planned on keeping that sort of wittering stuff in the LJ where it has always been, and reserve this one for fic, but I need an outlet at the moment, and LJ is down for scheduled maintenance. I love how I only ever find out the schedule after the fact. I haven't been able to figure out who is on DW yet, and so I have 0 audience, despite linking from LJ. It's a bit disappointing to me how little motivation I feel to post if I know no one reads. It's especially hard, I'm realizing, to post writing if nobody comments. How silly, and how sad.
My fingernails are painted red, which matches the accent colors on my uniform, and it is distracting me. I haven't had painted nails, I am realizing, since, um, like college. That's an increasingly long time.
I need to chill out and sleep. I'm pretty close to that stage now. But not quite there yet. Anyway, just playing with DW for a moment, and collecting myself.
I have not been writing as much as I had hoped, and I hope that I get a little more time soon to sit and ponder these things. I have a whole lot of stuff brewing. I let myself get distracted from Barbarians_Novel for a second, and now the novel with the time travel in it is trying to get itself out my head. I think that one's not ripe yet. I can't figure out a plot framework at all. And you can't write a time travel novel without addressing the central paradoxes of time travel, and yet I have no interest in them. So either I need to rework this premise, come up with some reasonable handwaving, or buckle down and make myself write an Asimov section where it's addressed. I don't write like Asimov, though. So I'm not sure if this is fated for success.
I may post an excerpt from it, though. This novel is far far far along my personal spectrum of YA--> Erotica, of its own volition-- Barbarians has some porn in it, for sure, but it's reasonable. The One With The Time Travel? Holy shit, it's ridiculous. The scene I will probably post actually sort of suggested itself to me out of the blue. The overall premise involves people magically sharing other people's bodies. In this scene, a woman in a man's body fucks a woman and makes out with another man, in the Stone Age, with the inhabited man's somewhat-bemused consent. I can't even remotely explain. There's also a Bronze Age fuck-or-die sequence involving magic and funeral rites and I don't know where any of it came from. I just know that the part of me that likes the harder side of SF also is incalculably horny, or so it seems. I seriously did not intend there to be any porn in this novel, but within about three hours of my coming up with the premise there was a scene with a man in a woman's body masturbating in a shower. I know, right? What? I don't know. My brain does this on its own. So whenever I try to come up with an overall plot for the thing, I just wind up with another goddamn orgy. I almost give up, but the trying, I admit, is quite a lot of fun.
OK bed.
