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Jul. 27th, 2016
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rapidly approaching “fuck it gonna push the button” status on chapter 4, which is not really constructive. lying in bed last night i had a Deep Thought and was like I Gotta Fix That but now that I’m in front of the computer I look and I just don’t… see… what it was… that I needed to fix… and it was important I think…
Also looking at chapter 5 I’ve realized I’m actually just going to throw away almost all of the rest of the story from here on out because it won’t actually fit with what I had? It’s not useless, it’s just unusable as-is. That’s going to take some real concentration, I think.
But, there are only two chapters left. So. If I throw out that last 16k words or so, and write a new ending… I only have a vague idea of how it would go, though. And can i really tie up *all* the loose ends?
I don’t know. I guess I’ll find out. I don’t know how much time I’ll have, I’m leaving today for 20 days at the farm, which is great, and maybe I can make up a workaround so I can have wifi in the yurt, that’d be keen, but I’d still have no power. It turns out I can’t actually really write without the Internet, I get bogged down and need to look stuff up and for some reason the Internet is also really motivational? I always think like, oh, if I got offline, I’d be so much more productive, but that is absolutely not the case.
Astonishing, but true, and borne out by a bunch of experience at this point.
Anyway. Chapter 4 will be up today once I finish combing frantically through it for the Huge Error I Missed that I now can’t at all find.
rapidly approaching “fuck it gonna push the button” status on chapter 4, which is not really constructive. lying in bed last night i had a Deep Thought and was like I Gotta Fix That but now that I’m in front of the computer I look and I just don’t… see… what it was… that I needed to fix… and it was important I think…
Also looking at chapter 5 I’ve realized I’m actually just going to throw away almost all of the rest of the story from here on out because it won’t actually fit with what I had? It’s not useless, it’s just unusable as-is. That’s going to take some real concentration, I think.
But, there are only two chapters left. So. If I throw out that last 16k words or so, and write a new ending… I only have a vague idea of how it would go, though. And can i really tie up *all* the loose ends?
I don’t know. I guess I’ll find out. I don’t know how much time I’ll have, I’m leaving today for 20 days at the farm, which is great, and maybe I can make up a workaround so I can have wifi in the yurt, that’d be keen, but I’d still have no power. It turns out I can’t actually really write without the Internet, I get bogged down and need to look stuff up and for some reason the Internet is also really motivational? I always think like, oh, if I got offline, I’d be so much more productive, but that is absolutely not the case.
Astonishing, but true, and borne out by a bunch of experience at this point.
Anyway. Chapter 4 will be up today once I finish combing frantically through it for the Huge Error I Missed that I now can’t at all find.
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tehnakki:
BB-8 Quilt
Approx 18″ x 12″ (smol quilt for a smol droid)
~6 hours of drunken sewing
2nd quilt in my Star Wars quilt series
Finished BB-8 quilt plus some progress pics!
Can’t believe I didn’t post these here forever ago! I got drunk and quilted this little guy one night back in May when I was mad at work. All fabrics from a scrap bin, used an image of bb-8 as a template for piecing together the droid, and the I freehanded the background. The goal was to make it look like the dunes of Tattooine behind this little guy with a feeling of motion, like BB-8 was rushing to an adventure! I think I did a pretty good job =)
“I got drunk and quilted BB-8 one night back in May when I was mad” is a sublimely absurd statement and I love everything about this whole post.
saathi1013:
tehnakki:
BB-8 Quilt
Approx 18″ x 12″ (smol quilt for a smol droid)
~6 hours of drunken sewing
2nd quilt in my Star Wars quilt series
Finished BB-8 quilt plus some progress pics!
Can’t believe I didn’t post these here forever ago! I got drunk and quilted this little guy one night back in May when I was mad at work. All fabrics from a scrap bin, used an image of bb-8 as a template for piecing together the droid, and the I freehanded the background. The goal was to make it look like the dunes of Tattooine behind this little guy with a feeling of motion, like BB-8 was rushing to an adventure! I think I did a pretty good job =)
“I got drunk and quilted BB-8 one night back in May when I was mad” is a sublimely absurd statement and I love everything about this whole post.
Chapter 4 is up: Towards I’m too frazzled
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Chapter 4 is up: Towards
I’m too frazzled to find good representative quotes, and am blanking on a summary, so have some fragments that amused me in the proofreading:
“I’m sorry, lady,” Kes said. “I can’t lie and say I know how you feel, so I won’t.”
“At least you haven’t tried to tell me that everything happens for a reason,” Leia said. “Or that the Force has a plan, or something.”
“No,” Kes said. “The Force doesn’t tell me shit. I couldn’t say. I doubt there’s a reason, it just sucks. That’s how the world works, shit completely sucks.”
and Bolt ruminating on how it turns out that it is actually possible to be too cocky about one’s piloting versatility:
Hopefully, it would be something that didn’t involve him landing this thing. He didn’t think he could. He idly wondered if he could search the open holonet on this thing and find instructions. If anyone was monitoring traffic, surely that would be suspicious: a poorly-disguised free-floating chunk of space junk with someone in it searching for instructions on landing an X-Wing.
The absurdity of it consoled him, a little.
and
“Poe’s life force is really luminous after orgasm,” Finn said. “Leia pointed it out to me.”
“What,” Poe said, perfectly blank.
“It’s how I knew which city to check for you,” Finn said, blithe and unworried. “Leia could see you in the Force.”
“Sweet fancy hyperdrives,” Poe said faintly. “What, always?”
“Apparently your whole life,” Finn said, “so think of that a moment.”
“I,” Poe said, looking horrified. “General Organa. Knows when I– come.”
“I mean,” Finn said. “It’s not like it interrupts her. But yeah, she said she always found it kind of sweet and comforting, wherever you’d gone to she’d know you were having a good time sometimes.”
Poe’s mouth moved, but no sound came out, and he looked deeply, deeply mortified. “I don’t,” he said finally. “Know. How to deal with that.”
“I think it’s quite sweet,” Rey said, and went back to her resetting of the proximity sensors.
and uh yeah i’m not gonna be coy about this, we all know why this story exists:
“We can keep you company here,” Finn said, and shifted his grip to haul Poe a little tighter against his body. Poe bit his lip, undulating a little in Finn’s grasp. “We won’t be too distracting. We’re good boys.”
Poe made the softest little moaning noise, and Rey could tell that Finn was grinding up against him, somewhere. “Poe really likes it when you pet him and tell him how good he is,” she said, making it sound like she was barely paying attention as she flicked through the sensor settings.
“Is that so,” Finn said, hands pulling at Poe’s hips. He tilted his face up, and Poe kissed him, hanging onto his shoulders, so hungrily it made Rey’s whole spine tingle, and a strange sort of twingey heat collect somewhere in her pelvis.
“He has been an awfully good boy,” Rey said. “He’s been very brave, this whole time, and has done everything I’ve asked of him.”
Chapter 4 is up: Towards
I’m too frazzled to find good representative quotes, and am blanking on a summary, so have some fragments that amused me in the proofreading:
“I’m sorry, lady,” Kes said. “I can’t lie and say I know how you feel, so I won’t.”
“At least you haven’t tried to tell me that everything happens for a reason,” Leia said. “Or that the Force has a plan, or something.”
“No,” Kes said. “The Force doesn’t tell me shit. I couldn’t say. I doubt there’s a reason, it just sucks. That’s how the world works, shit completely sucks.”
and Bolt ruminating on how it turns out that it is actually possible to be too cocky about one’s piloting versatility:
Hopefully, it would be something that didn’t involve him landing this thing. He didn’t think he could. He idly wondered if he could search the open holonet on this thing and find instructions. If anyone was monitoring traffic, surely that would be suspicious: a poorly-disguised free-floating chunk of space junk with someone in it searching for instructions on landing an X-Wing.
The absurdity of it consoled him, a little.
and
“Poe’s life force is really luminous after orgasm,” Finn said. “Leia pointed it out to me.”
“What,” Poe said, perfectly blank.
“It’s how I knew which city to check for you,” Finn said, blithe and unworried. “Leia could see you in the Force.”
“Sweet fancy hyperdrives,” Poe said faintly. “What, always?”
“Apparently your whole life,” Finn said, “so think of that a moment.”
“I,” Poe said, looking horrified. “General Organa. Knows when I– come.”
“I mean,” Finn said. “It’s not like it interrupts her. But yeah, she said she always found it kind of sweet and comforting, wherever you’d gone to she’d know you were having a good time sometimes.”
Poe’s mouth moved, but no sound came out, and he looked deeply, deeply mortified. “I don’t,” he said finally. “Know. How to deal with that.”
“I think it’s quite sweet,” Rey said, and went back to her resetting of the proximity sensors.
and uh yeah i’m not gonna be coy about this, we all know why this story exists:
“We can keep you company here,” Finn said, and shifted his grip to haul Poe a little tighter against his body. Poe bit his lip, undulating a little in Finn’s grasp. “We won’t be too distracting. We’re good boys.”
Poe made the softest little moaning noise, and Rey could tell that Finn was grinding up against him, somewhere. “Poe really likes it when you pet him and tell him how good he is,” she said, making it sound like she was barely paying attention as she flicked through the sensor settings.
“Is that so,” Finn said, hands pulling at Poe’s hips. He tilted his face up, and Poe kissed him, hanging onto his shoulders, so hungrily it made Rey’s whole spine tingle, and a strange sort of twingey heat collect somewhere in her pelvis.
“He has been an awfully good boy,” Rey said. “He’s been very brave, this whole time, and has done everything I’ve asked of him.”
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Of course now I want to write the new idea I have for chapter 5 instead of packing up my car and driving for five hours.
I don’t know why I don’t want to drive for five hours, I hardly ever get to spend any time alone in the car with my thoughts. (HA)
(A stupid hangup I have been having is that I don’t want to have Hux be a character or give him any actual lines because Fandom Is Doing It All Wrong by having him be in so many stories but… I need a character… who is highly-placed in the First Order military… and would be in a position of really high authority and would have a close working relationship with Kylo Ren (who I do have to use as a character after all because I bothered to have a whole parallel with Kes and Poe and Leia and formerly-Ben and I can’t just OC her another son)… and who might have some fairly opaque strategy going on so it would be good to have foreshadowed some strategic ability there… and it seems really stupid to invent an OC for that… so uh… I guess I have to include him? And why am I feeling so weird about that? But like. Everyone’s going to abandon me in anger because I’m Doing Fandom Wrong? I don’t know, brain, you’re not working very well here.)
Also, distractingly, a large portion of my brain is constantly screaming what the fuck because global politics sounds like a bad movie. Trump, who we all thought was a nightmare of a joke, is financially and politically entwined with Global Terrifying Boogieman Vladimir Putin, who has dedicated his cyber-security forces to collaborating with global hackers to interfere in the US elections??? and people care whether the first woman ever to be nominated as a Presidential candidate in the entirety of history genuinely carries hot sauce in her purse or just pretends to because of a(n important but still) pop song? and somehow it matters that Trump keeps talking about his dick? But he has been a puppet for The Russians ALL ALONG?
I COULD NOT MAKE THIS UP AND IF I DID I WOULD FIRE ME.
And it is part of a massive global oligarchist conspiracy to install fascist rulers worldwide and destroy all non-heterosexuals and erode any civil rights we’ve ever obtained, and force us all into crushing poverty except for the elite few who are controlling all the world’s wealth, and– like– for fucking real?
How am I even supposed to function? I live in a really badly-written reality.
I just really really really really wish the fantasy-reality I’m spending so much of my time in had not decided that The Villains Are Nazis was a useful shorthand, because I’m really tired of contemplating Fascism.
If Star Wars was supposed to be an allegorical discussion of Vietnam, why did Lucas make the Empire be Nazis? But I digress.
Of course now I want to write the new idea I have for chapter 5 instead of packing up my car and driving for five hours.
I don’t know why I don’t want to drive for five hours, I hardly ever get to spend any time alone in the car with my thoughts. (HA)
(A stupid hangup I have been having is that I don’t want to have Hux be a character or give him any actual lines because Fandom Is Doing It All Wrong by having him be in so many stories but… I need a character… who is highly-placed in the First Order military… and would be in a position of really high authority and would have a close working relationship with Kylo Ren (who I do have to use as a character after all because I bothered to have a whole parallel with Kes and Poe and Leia and formerly-Ben and I can’t just OC her another son)… and who might have some fairly opaque strategy going on so it would be good to have foreshadowed some strategic ability there… and it seems really stupid to invent an OC for that… so uh… I guess I have to include him? And why am I feeling so weird about that? But like. Everyone’s going to abandon me in anger because I’m Doing Fandom Wrong? I don’t know, brain, you’re not working very well here.)
Also, distractingly, a large portion of my brain is constantly screaming what the fuck because global politics sounds like a bad movie. Trump, who we all thought was a nightmare of a joke, is financially and politically entwined with Global Terrifying Boogieman Vladimir Putin, who has dedicated his cyber-security forces to collaborating with global hackers to interfere in the US elections??? and people care whether the first woman ever to be nominated as a Presidential candidate in the entirety of history genuinely carries hot sauce in her purse or just pretends to because of a(n important but still) pop song? and somehow it matters that Trump keeps talking about his dick? But he has been a puppet for The Russians ALL ALONG?
I COULD NOT MAKE THIS UP AND IF I DID I WOULD FIRE ME.
And it is part of a massive global oligarchist conspiracy to install fascist rulers worldwide and destroy all non-heterosexuals and erode any civil rights we’ve ever obtained, and force us all into crushing poverty except for the elite few who are controlling all the world’s wealth, and– like– for fucking real?
How am I even supposed to function? I live in a really badly-written reality.
I just really really really really wish the fantasy-reality I’m spending so much of my time in had not decided that The Villains Are Nazis was a useful shorthand, because I’m really tired of contemplating Fascism.
If Star Wars was supposed to be an allegorical discussion of Vietnam, why did Lucas make the Empire be Nazis? But I digress.
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Set off on this journey beset with a gross icky sense of doom and a bunch of intrusive thoughts about motoring disasters, so that was lovely, and am just past the halfway point having a coffee break and drivers have been being really aggressive at me. Two in particular, men, glaring at me and trying inappropriately to pass on the right etc., one finally boxed me in behind a truck for a while– and I’m driving how I always do, singing to myself and never going less than 80 in the fast lane and keeping a sharp eye on tractor trailers etc. The only different thing is that I’m wearing a headscarf? Because my hair was annoying me so I put a kerchief on to keep it from sticking in my sweat while I loaded up the car?
I dunno, but it’s gross and dudes need to cut that shit out, I am teetering on a fine line of impulse control as it is.
Set off on this journey beset with a gross icky sense of doom and a bunch of intrusive thoughts about motoring disasters, so that was lovely, and am just past the halfway point having a coffee break and drivers have been being really aggressive at me. Two in particular, men, glaring at me and trying inappropriately to pass on the right etc., one finally boxed me in behind a truck for a while– and I’m driving how I always do, singing to myself and never going less than 80 in the fast lane and keeping a sharp eye on tractor trailers etc. The only different thing is that I’m wearing a headscarf? Because my hair was annoying me so I put a kerchief on to keep it from sticking in my sweat while I loaded up the car?
I dunno, but it’s gross and dudes need to cut that shit out, I am teetering on a fine line of impulse control as it is.
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FN-2187 was simply Eight-Seven whenever one of the team wanted to shorten his designation. They didn’t do it very often. He was, as far as the training cadre and his peers were concerned, one of the best stormtroopers anyone had ever seen. He was everything their instructors wanted—loyal, dutiful, brave, smart, and strong. Whatever the test, whatever the evaluation, FN-2187 consistently scored in the top 1 percent. So he was FN-2187, well on his way to becoming the ideal First Order stormtrooper. That was what everyone thought, at least.
Except FN-2187 himself.
twinksith:
FN-2187 was simply Eight-Seven whenever one of the team wanted to shorten his designation. They didn’t do it very often. He was, as far as the training cadre and his peers were concerned, one of the best stormtroopers anyone had ever seen. He was everything their instructors wanted—loyal, dutiful, brave, smart, and strong. Whatever the test, whatever the evaluation, FN-2187 consistently scored in the top 1 percent. So he was FN-2187, well on his way to becoming the ideal First Order stormtrooper. That was what everyone thought, at least.
Except FN-2187 himself.