sexy pyjamas

[dragonlady7]

I guess by this point it's sort of traditional for me to go shortly after Christmas with my returns, exchanges, and gift cards, and buy myself sexy, actually-fitted clothing. My mother believes that I am insecure about my body (true but not always), and also believes that I look my best in large, loose clothing. Most everyone else disagrees, and I have gradually come to do so as well. So, after Christmas, i go out and buy myself clothes that fit (the sort of thing nobody else can do because no store makes a size that consistently fits me-- so that's another reason to buy me tents and bags as garments, certainly-- and they're not always bad!), and I feel much better about myself.

So I'm wearing a silk(-like) and lace camisole that was $5 at Old Navy (marked down from $17), and some lacy underpants, and am finally feeling like I could perhaps really think about resuming some original fiction. (!! I know.)

I have a few people who expressed some interest in reading the NaNo novel. I am going to start posting that on this journal; I like having a secondary journal just to post fiction that's sort of hot off the press, but I think I'll put more polished, ready-for-beta stuff on this journal. So, raw alpha stuff will still be going up on treigylgweith as I do it, hot off the presses, but if it's ready for beta, it'll be here.

But, I know not everyone's that interested in fiction. So I'll probably make a custom friends filter. Depending on what I write, I might make a custom filter for each particular work. It's times like this that I wish lj supported categories like Movable Type does-- then I could stick each separate work in its own category as well as the uber-category of Works In Progress, so if you wanted to find all entries about one work you could just select that category from the pull-down... But, Movable Type didn't work out for me in the end, and having more than one journal's just a recipe for hassle, so we'll work with LJ. If I'm smart, I'll stick 'em in "memories", which should work more easily. Not that I know how to use those, but fictioneers has 'em all organized that way, and it's a good idea.

Anyhow. I plan on posting the first bit of each work I do publicly, and then I'll ask people to leave a comment if they want me to put them in that particular friends filter so they can continue to read that one. I might even post the first bit public-public so non-friends could read it and ask me to friend them and so on. I'm not putting anything up in its entirety publicly, but a first chapter, perhaps.
I currently have three things actively in progress: Vikings Novel, Other Novel (a fantasy joint with a Cuchulainesque hero and a spymistress heroine), and the ever-present fanfic of Éomer and Lothíriel that I am determined will not be as cliché as most of the É/L fics I've read. (Cute, but either cliché or so convolutedly not cliché as to be A/U. No offense to the writers of such, but I'm jealous of Denethor because his dedicated fans are much more subtle writers than Éomer's. Don't get me wrong, it's not always bad, but poor É is almost always such a goon... Both he and my Cuchulainn character are my attempts at intelligent and sensitive Big Hunk Of Fantasy Action Hero Man-s. Kyweir, my Cuchulainn, is quite a lovable and sensitive Hunk, I think. Especially since this rewrite is giving him a lot of first-person introspection.)

Anyhow. Sexy pyjamas made me think of writing smut. Funny enough, I don't think I've ever written any smut involving lingerie or any sort of sexy pjs... You don't get those often in fantasy stuff. Though I've seen some good LotR fanfic fetish drabbles, and have even attempted one myself... Now I'm just digressing. Perhaps it wasn't the sexy pj's that made me think of all this, but all the Sudafed and champagne I've had. (Real champagne from Champagne, and didn't I spill half of mine on a bump in the tablecloth... It was Dave's birthday dinner at his aunt's house tonight.)

Hm. Anyhow, I'm actually thinking about writing again, which pleases me. The Other Novel I abandoned at the end of October is coming back to me and is actually congealing into something that now strikes me as compact and compelling. I posted the first three sections of the rewritten bit on fictioneers but nobody there mntioned whether they'd read it, so I don't know. (That's what you get for posting during the wind-up for Christmas, fool.) That's getting a bit of thought put into it (the novel's climax is composed but not written, and I'm still not sure how the damn thing ends exactly-- who dies and who lives and the rest, though i've a general idea), and the Vikings Novel... Well, I'm starting to think about thinking about it again. It's not as passionate as other things I've written, and is more disciplined, and I'm still worried that makes it boring. I know I'm less excited about revising it. Since I already know what happens.

But still. Maybe I can sling drinks and still write. I have to say, having completed a novel really takes the wind out of the sails of those who want to mock my ambition to be a novelist. "So you're writing a book, huh?" they say, nodding and grinning.
"Actually I wrote a novel in November," I answer. "Ninety-three thousand words in thirty days. It needs some revising and then I'm sending it off to publishers once I have some friends look it over."
"... Oh." (Grin fades a little.) "You mean... Oh. You were serious."
"Yes, quite."

Comments

[mother2012.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a plan. As long as the chapters are short, I think I'm going to enjoy this.