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dragonlady7I managed to embed my journal into my webpage, but can't manage to fix the style. The style there doesn't include the titles of the posts, the icons going along with the posts, or in fact the links to the comments on the posts. Which is kind of retarded, as I often reference the icon or the title within the text of the post.
But I have been trying for three years now to get a style figured out for my journal, and have not succeeded, so it is highly doubtful whether I'll ever muddle through the incomprehensible FAQs on how to set your styles. So it's likely to stay that way indefinitely, which means I can put anything I want into my titles and readers of my website won't know.
See, once upon a time I was all, a Webdesigner, and shit, and I configured everything to my exact specs, and I figured out these things fearlessly and i was just unstoppable.
But then I started writing again and now I just don't have time for that shit. I admit it: I've even left Microsoft Word on its default AutoCorrect settings, which once upon a time were anathema to me.
Yes. I am old, old and tamed, old and broken. Speaking of Old, on Wednesday I worked with none other than Happy Go Lucky Fella who I resent forever over Christmas Eve, and he's actually a nice kid. He kept wandering off while things were slow, which meant I never got to sit down, but it also meant I earned way more in tips because he wasn't there to serve his customers so I did. and then he left, and then it got busy.
It was also his 21st birthday. !! He is a baby, a mere sprog. I am an ancient hag, by the way. (However, he opened the conversation about age by asking me if I was over 21, which ought to have flattered me but doesn't. Come on, if I have to be in my "mid to late twenties" I should at least look like I'm out of school! Which I don't, and even the manager who hired me (i.e. read my resume) and sets my schedule asked me when my classes were. "Um, i graduated in 2002..." "Oh. Oh, right." Then again, this is the man who thinks I have dark hair that I wear in a ponytail. So...)
I am nearly, so nearly, done with this Valentine's thing that has been so incredibly much fun. Oh it's been fun. It's entirely unbeta'd, however. So despite the semi-serious intent behind parts of it, I shall have to present the final form in an entirely unproofed fashion. Well... that's not much different than usual. (I don't know how people find betas. I never have had much luck finding a dedicated one who'd read things first before I posted them. This editing thing is rough. I imagine there are processes one goes through, to find a beta, like asking maybe, but I've never gotten off my ass and tried it.)
But I can't finish it until my final pairing, well, pairs. They've been sitting, on her bed, with bare feet, talking about emotional things for a good thousand words now and they just... neither one of them wants to make the first move. It's very frustrating.
But I can't just cut out this vignette because it only works as a triplet, and of course this is the first one sequentially, and the punchline of a later one depends on this one working as I'd planned, so...
Will you guys stop talking and screw already!!!
Sigh.
Oh, I just got an upsetting phone call, but I think it gets its own post in a few minutes once I think about it.
But I have been trying for three years now to get a style figured out for my journal, and have not succeeded, so it is highly doubtful whether I'll ever muddle through the incomprehensible FAQs on how to set your styles. So it's likely to stay that way indefinitely, which means I can put anything I want into my titles and readers of my website won't know.
See, once upon a time I was all, a Webdesigner, and shit, and I configured everything to my exact specs, and I figured out these things fearlessly and i was just unstoppable.
But then I started writing again and now I just don't have time for that shit. I admit it: I've even left Microsoft Word on its default AutoCorrect settings, which once upon a time were anathema to me.
Yes. I am old, old and tamed, old and broken. Speaking of Old, on Wednesday I worked with none other than Happy Go Lucky Fella who I resent forever over Christmas Eve, and he's actually a nice kid. He kept wandering off while things were slow, which meant I never got to sit down, but it also meant I earned way more in tips because he wasn't there to serve his customers so I did. and then he left, and then it got busy.
It was also his 21st birthday. !! He is a baby, a mere sprog. I am an ancient hag, by the way. (However, he opened the conversation about age by asking me if I was over 21, which ought to have flattered me but doesn't. Come on, if I have to be in my "mid to late twenties" I should at least look like I'm out of school! Which I don't, and even the manager who hired me (i.e. read my resume) and sets my schedule asked me when my classes were. "Um, i graduated in 2002..." "Oh. Oh, right." Then again, this is the man who thinks I have dark hair that I wear in a ponytail. So...)
I am nearly, so nearly, done with this Valentine's thing that has been so incredibly much fun. Oh it's been fun. It's entirely unbeta'd, however. So despite the semi-serious intent behind parts of it, I shall have to present the final form in an entirely unproofed fashion. Well... that's not much different than usual. (I don't know how people find betas. I never have had much luck finding a dedicated one who'd read things first before I posted them. This editing thing is rough. I imagine there are processes one goes through, to find a beta, like asking maybe, but I've never gotten off my ass and tried it.)
But I can't finish it until my final pairing, well, pairs. They've been sitting, on her bed, with bare feet, talking about emotional things for a good thousand words now and they just... neither one of them wants to make the first move. It's very frustrating.
But I can't just cut out this vignette because it only works as a triplet, and of course this is the first one sequentially, and the punchline of a later one depends on this one working as I'd planned, so...
Will you guys stop talking and screw already!!!
Sigh.
Oh, I just got an upsetting phone call, but I think it gets its own post in a few minutes once I think about it.
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Date: 2005-02-11 03:49 pm (UTC)Anyway, I'll give you beta on your fic if you promise to look over the next chapter of Strange Fortunes, whenever it is ready. (A week or two?)
Oh, and good luck with the job situation!
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Date: 2005-02-11 04:44 pm (UTC)Thanks. Maybe I'll find somewhere else that wants to give me one night a week that actually has, y'know, customers.
>Strange Fortunes
Wow! I'd get to read it early? Sweet! Sign me up!
Well, yeah, I am sort of prolific, and unfocused. At the moment I'm trying to focus on original fic, so I only write fanfic as a break. And the fanfic is so scattered, and the original fic is just so... Long. Bah. I've hesitated to outright ask anyone to help with the original fic because the kind of help I need is more with the overarching themes and the major plot issues, which require, well, reading massive quantities of material that then gets cut. Reading short stories to hunt down typos and fix continuity and grammar errors is easy, fun, and rewarding. Reading 90,000-word novels to fix major plot issues? None of the above.
I would be tremendously honored to have you beta something-anything of mine, and there's kind of a lot to choose from...
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Date: 2005-02-11 04:53 pm (UTC)I quite like thinking about the large issues during beta, but my time is very limited, so 90,000 words might be a bit much. But pick something smaller of yours and send it along and I'll scrawl all over it in red font. I'm not the best with typos--I mean, I can spell and all, but sometimes doubled words and things slip through--but continuity and consistency errors I can fix, also word choice and redunandacy and similar.