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When he slept the light went out of his eyes, and instead they mirrored the stars.
No, I'm not writing fanfic. No! Not at all.
OK.
Well.
A little.
I am somewhat adhering to my three-hours-orig, one-hour-fanfic rule. Oh wait, I'd said four. Well... er, um, ah... Yes.
At least I'm getting things done on both fics.
There will be Eomer/Lothiriel. But that one is, well, proving ambitious. (One of those things, where you come to a scene and realize that before you write it you have to know if they've done it before, which means... Yep! You have to write the prequel, at least in notes, and then you realize, as you're outlining, that the prequel is far more interesting than what you were writing previously.... thus is the Fanfic Epic kept alive.)
So, meanwhile, it looks like there's going to be some fic from the Early Days of Gondolin, which of course necessitates that I do (horrors) Research, naturally, into First Age Noldor/Sindar relations, and just... well, it's not my area of specialty, so, progress may be slow. I did a bunch of it already and have forgotten half, but for the meantime, rest assured, there's pretty Elfsex of several varieties brewing in my sick little head.
I have been trying to respond to comments from previous posts-- the one about the fanfic possibilities had an anonymous comment on it, here, and while I have a policy (because of a really obnoxious persistent commenter who refused to acknowledge that he/she was the same person each time, necessitating my lookup of the IP address every time) of not responding to unsigned anonymous comments, I read that one because I was pretty sure it was someone I'd been emailing with. So I've responded to it, but am now not sure it's the same person. I would appreciate some sort of signature-- that's why I have the policy, I just feel like such an idiot if I don't know if I've talked to you before. So, please, sign anonymous comments-- and it doesn't have to be with your real name! Just something consistent so I know it's the same person, so I don't repeat myself, and also so I don't get hostile at perceived over-familiarity. Really. Please. Just believe me, and put on an initial or something. Hell, sign it with your IP address if you must (I have it logged anyway, I just don't want to have to go find the previous comment and compare them).
Not like I have any control, or really want any control (I could have control if I wanted, see, but then Serendipity couldn't read or comment) over who reads this blog and who reads my fanfic, but it's not control I want so much as some sort of understanding. I do browse my server logs sometimes just to see what sort of traffic my own site is getting, but LJ doesn't give me that, so I am rather astonishingly in the dark about who's paying attention. Somewhat by design, as I don't think I ought to know-- I have to believe that I wouldn't change if I knew, but we all know that's not true-- but somewhat because I just really don't have any way of knowing. But that's an entirely different kettle of fish. (Coworker Brian, did you ever find my blog as you were planning to? Or are you going to not tell me you've found it in hopes that I'll reveal my secret love for you here, never knowing you're reading? By the way Brian, Alison tells all kinds of secrets about you when we're all bored on Sundays. But you probably read her blog too so you knew that.)
Meanwhile, Barbarians Novel is refusing to quite be finished. I am gapfilling now, trying to put together one entire draft out of all the scraps I've written and finding all the many (many! many more than I remembered, of course) places where I said, "Taking too long, will skip to next important scene" and now I must say "too much is left unsaid and I have to connect these." Which, of course, guarantees that I've got all the difficult-to-write, tedious, long, or problematic scenes left: i.e., timewasters. And of course I agreed to work an extra day this week.
Bollocks.
I lay in bed this morning reading some fansite's interviews with Johnny Depp and thinking how I would answer interviewers' banal questions when I am a Famous Novelist. I considered, while putting jam on my whole-grain toast, what I would do if a published novel brought me riches. I rather think I wouldn't do anything except pay off my debts and quit my job so I could write a whole bunch more, but then, I think I'd like the chance to find out. Don't you think?
I went shopping last night, in honor of Tax-Free Week, and bought myself $90 of clothing. I now own Levis, for the first time in my life. (Originally $44, marked down to $34, bought at $24 with no tax. Cheaper than Old Navy. Stretch bootcut 515s, and I think I look foxy.) I also ascertained that I am a Size 12 in several brands, which astonished me as the scale had been informing me I've gained back most of the weight I lost last year. Um... muscle? Bullshit. Sizes are bullshit, is what this has taught me. I also bought a silk skirt, and a wildly impractical low-cut beaded top that is utterly not my style and yet, foxy.
I utterly failed to find sexy black shoes, however. I want black shoes to wear with my silk skirt and nylon backseam stockings, and have been unable to locate anything of the sort. This is probably too long an entry and needs to be cut but I can't find a place to put the cut and don't want to just cut the whole thing, as some of it is addressed to people who wouldn't click cuts, and thus it'd all be futile. Futility! Oh futility.
Now. Back to writing. *cracks whip* Origfic first.
When he slept the light went out of his eyes, and instead they mirrored the stars.
No, I'm not writing fanfic. No! Not at all.
OK.
Well.
A little.
I am somewhat adhering to my three-hours-orig, one-hour-fanfic rule. Oh wait, I'd said four. Well... er, um, ah... Yes.
At least I'm getting things done on both fics.
There will be Eomer/Lothiriel. But that one is, well, proving ambitious. (One of those things, where you come to a scene and realize that before you write it you have to know if they've done it before, which means... Yep! You have to write the prequel, at least in notes, and then you realize, as you're outlining, that the prequel is far more interesting than what you were writing previously.... thus is the Fanfic Epic kept alive.)
So, meanwhile, it looks like there's going to be some fic from the Early Days of Gondolin, which of course necessitates that I do (horrors) Research, naturally, into First Age Noldor/Sindar relations, and just... well, it's not my area of specialty, so, progress may be slow. I did a bunch of it already and have forgotten half, but for the meantime, rest assured, there's pretty Elfsex of several varieties brewing in my sick little head.
I have been trying to respond to comments from previous posts-- the one about the fanfic possibilities had an anonymous comment on it, here, and while I have a policy (because of a really obnoxious persistent commenter who refused to acknowledge that he/she was the same person each time, necessitating my lookup of the IP address every time) of not responding to unsigned anonymous comments, I read that one because I was pretty sure it was someone I'd been emailing with. So I've responded to it, but am now not sure it's the same person. I would appreciate some sort of signature-- that's why I have the policy, I just feel like such an idiot if I don't know if I've talked to you before. So, please, sign anonymous comments-- and it doesn't have to be with your real name! Just something consistent so I know it's the same person, so I don't repeat myself, and also so I don't get hostile at perceived over-familiarity. Really. Please. Just believe me, and put on an initial or something. Hell, sign it with your IP address if you must (I have it logged anyway, I just don't want to have to go find the previous comment and compare them).
Not like I have any control, or really want any control (I could have control if I wanted, see, but then Serendipity couldn't read or comment) over who reads this blog and who reads my fanfic, but it's not control I want so much as some sort of understanding. I do browse my server logs sometimes just to see what sort of traffic my own site is getting, but LJ doesn't give me that, so I am rather astonishingly in the dark about who's paying attention. Somewhat by design, as I don't think I ought to know-- I have to believe that I wouldn't change if I knew, but we all know that's not true-- but somewhat because I just really don't have any way of knowing. But that's an entirely different kettle of fish. (Coworker Brian, did you ever find my blog as you were planning to? Or are you going to not tell me you've found it in hopes that I'll reveal my secret love for you here, never knowing you're reading? By the way Brian, Alison tells all kinds of secrets about you when we're all bored on Sundays. But you probably read her blog too so you knew that.)
Meanwhile, Barbarians Novel is refusing to quite be finished. I am gapfilling now, trying to put together one entire draft out of all the scraps I've written and finding all the many (many! many more than I remembered, of course) places where I said, "Taking too long, will skip to next important scene" and now I must say "too much is left unsaid and I have to connect these." Which, of course, guarantees that I've got all the difficult-to-write, tedious, long, or problematic scenes left: i.e., timewasters. And of course I agreed to work an extra day this week.
Bollocks.
I lay in bed this morning reading some fansite's interviews with Johnny Depp and thinking how I would answer interviewers' banal questions when I am a Famous Novelist. I considered, while putting jam on my whole-grain toast, what I would do if a published novel brought me riches. I rather think I wouldn't do anything except pay off my debts and quit my job so I could write a whole bunch more, but then, I think I'd like the chance to find out. Don't you think?
I went shopping last night, in honor of Tax-Free Week, and bought myself $90 of clothing. I now own Levis, for the first time in my life. (Originally $44, marked down to $34, bought at $24 with no tax. Cheaper than Old Navy. Stretch bootcut 515s, and I think I look foxy.) I also ascertained that I am a Size 12 in several brands, which astonished me as the scale had been informing me I've gained back most of the weight I lost last year. Um... muscle? Bullshit. Sizes are bullshit, is what this has taught me. I also bought a silk skirt, and a wildly impractical low-cut beaded top that is utterly not my style and yet, foxy.
I utterly failed to find sexy black shoes, however. I want black shoes to wear with my silk skirt and nylon backseam stockings, and have been unable to locate anything of the sort. This is probably too long an entry and needs to be cut but I can't find a place to put the cut and don't want to just cut the whole thing, as some of it is addressed to people who wouldn't click cuts, and thus it'd all be futile. Futility! Oh futility.
Now. Back to writing. *cracks whip* Origfic first.
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Date: 2006-02-01 08:10 pm (UTC)Leo (and yes, that’s Bavarian State as in Munich)
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Date: 2006-02-01 09:22 pm (UTC)I didn't read Silmfic for a long time, but one day I was bored, and well, I blame
I do have a good bit of Eomer/Lothiriel in the works, I do. The Silm stuff may come first. (Actually, technically, it's not Silm, it's History of Middle-earth; The Fall of Gondolin is in Lost Tales 2 or so... which is even dorkier, I understand.) But E/L's How We Met story is actually underway in my head, and promises to be more interesting than what I had been working on before.
I am not so bent on comments being signed as I was, as that person has drifted away, but it does make me feel a good deal less foolish. People occasionally ask me why I allow anonymous comments, but if you look at the comments I get, I have like half a dozen regular readers without Livejournal accounts, and they're people like my boyfriend and my college roommate, who I really would rather get comments from... And then, a lot of perfectly interesting people stop by and leave comments randomly, so I'm certainly not about to make ID mandatory. I just like to keep track of people, is all. It's hard to have a conversation when it's randomly one-sided.
Bavaria like Munich! Wow. That is pretty cool. I don't think I've been to Bavaria, although I have been to Frankfurt and Berlin, briefly. I did have a roommate from Bavaria, though, once, but she was a bit crazy and probably not representative, so I suppose we'll leave it at that.