unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (Default)
Was going to do a link-spam of every thing I've written this year, but I decided that... No, I won't do that :D

Here's just a quick breakdown:

Total words written+posted: 104,000 (give or take a couple. I tend to round to the nearest 10)
Number of fics posted: 18
Fandoms Represented: 2 (def going to try to write some more next year)
Big Bangs Posted: 4
Total words written+posted for big bangs: 89,900 (I am in loooooove with big bangs. ALL THE BIG BANGS)
Total # of fics written for porn comment memes & # of words: 8&5,550

And though it makes me a little queasy, here's a link to the thing I wrote that I like the best. I wavered; there's 2 that I like, but this one wins on account of banter. Also, it's shorter, so anyone who wants to read it will be tortured a little less.

The Secret Waiter Job, written for AU Big Bang. Leverage Restaurant AU, Eliot/Hardison, warnings for strong language, lots of knives, and spanking. 23k, rated R.

Leverage is the hot, exciting place on the restaurant scene these days, thanks to its hot, exciting executive chef, Eliot Spencer. New hire Alec Hardison is a mild mannered, smooth talking waiter by night and a double-life-living, top secret culinary school student by day. Together, they'll cook up some sizzling dishes... both in and out of the kitchen.

So basically, if it's not a big bang or Porn Battle, I won't write it. >.< Going to expand my ficcing horizons in 2012. More fandoms, more writing for fun and pleasure, more WORDS. Yes, I signed up to "get my words out". We'll see how that goes. :D
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (Default)
Okay, I'm not complaining.

Okay, I AM complaining. But just a little, and not in a bitchy way.

WAY DO I ALWAYS HAVE IDEAS. I hate ideas. Ideas are just something awesome that doesn't exist and I'm way too inept to actually make the things I think of. I got to see the art available for claiming for Leverage Reverse Bang today. Thank goodness the one that made me go "OMG I HAVE ALL THE IDEAS" was already gone, or else I'd have to slog through like, 60k worth of yet another off the wall AU idea before I finally broke down into frustration and beat my computer with a wiffle bat.

IT'S OKAY THOUGH, CAUSE I CLAIMED SOMETHING ELSE. But now I'm trapped with the idea for the one I really wanted in my head too. Clearly I can't write it for this challenge, but I still want to write it!

And the other... fifteen AU ideas floating around in my head. I am not lying or blowing up that number. I typed 'em out on my phone while I was waiting for the bus today. I legit have fifteen glory-tier, long-fic type AU ideas I currently want to write.

unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (Default)


50669 / 50000 (101.34%)


Nov. 11th, 2011 10:03 pm
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (Default)
It's my birthday in five weeks (well, 5 weeks and 2 days). Weird. It feels like I just had a birthday. I unfortunately will most likely be at work for my birthday this year, not drinking in a hot tub and eating fresh reindeer meat like last year. :|

Nanowrimo progress is plodding lately, as you can see:

16846 / 50000 (33.69%)

Weird plot twist in the Popstar AU I'm working on was very weird, but I am kind of giddy over the overall spin it's put on the plot as a whole. Much, much better. The characters just... work better now.

I will not update you all re: the robot one. It is going... Horrifyingly.

Rex, our bearded dragon, died last week. Here's a picture of him being silly, as was his custom.

Will miss his scaly orange self.

I am working all weekend, and though I would rather stay in bed until my hair has grown out past my feet, I shall head into the retail battle and attempt to make the best of it. My friends are bringing in their golden that I haven't seen since he was 7 weeks (he's like, 16 weeks now). EXCITE.
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (very stressful day (chuck))
I'm writing for [livejournal.com profile] polybigbang, which is a little odd, because out of the eight or ten big bangs I flirted with, Polly seemed the least interested in flirting back (in the form of giving me ideas). The deadline for first drafts was approaching at light speed and I still had zilch written.

Then, out of the blue, the superhero idea came to me.

It was a quiet idea, very sombre and a little unsure of itself. 'Come in, dear,' I said, welcoming it in out of the cold, thinking that with a little TLC, maybe it would be okay after all. The cold, scary outside world had left it shell-shocked.

Well. Either it was all an act to get inside my head or my TLC is extra potent and awesome, because the idea flourished.

It's not quiet or sombre now, though, it's loud and obnoxious and so, so, so... We'll call it 'Theatre of the Absurd.' My favourite character is the dog, who doesn't talk, but usually gets his point across, so that should give you an idea.

The 'poly' aspect of the poly big bang has only just begun to be hinted at (final, polished drafts are due 3 November, posting begins a week after). The main character is a side character now, a little one-dimensional now -- but I like her better like that. It's all got a weirdly comic book feel to it. I guess that wouldn't be so weird if the superhero part of the superhero story actually existed. The main character type guy is not actually super, he's just a vigilante. Also, it's mostly just a romance. Only without the romance.

So this tiny little frightened idea about superheroes that promised to be very super srs bsnss and about 12,000 words is not even finsihed and hovering just past 36,000 words. Also, it's a little crazy. And doesn't have any superheroes in it.

So my big question here is... How?

Is it my lack of planning these things out that makes this idea unrecognizable? Is it the fact that I ramble almost constantly in real life and so that's spilling over into my writing? If I'm writing and not even hating what I'm producing, I can't be doing it wrong, can I? (I guess that depends on if anyone else likes it, hmm?)

And should I be alarmed that the dog is the easiest character to write about? I shouldn't identify so strongly with the dog who has little dog ADD (I swear, they all have it), should I? Maybe that's why I'm doing well in this school program, who knows...
It's like... I know I have friends out there that are prepping for Nanowrimo in the most incredible detail. Maps and lists and desks of post it notes and writer-pipes galore.

I'm not even sure if I'll be writing anything at all for Nano yet, let alone what it might be. I mean, I switched novels three times last year. During Movember, even! What I wrote ended up being crap. My favourite scene was the one with the dead penguins. How is that something I should be able to say?

Anyways, see, this is the rambling I mean. My poly big bang does this every few paragraphs. Eep.
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (zydrate?)
I feel like I'm taking crazy pills! Not really. Just antibiotics.

I handed in a Client Relations paper today at 8:30, then I turned around and stumbled home and slept from 9 this morning to 6 this evening. It was... kind of magical. I know going to school is important, but today was the first time since school started that I've been able to sleep for more than about 5 hours at a time.

Still plodding away at the [livejournal.com profile] polybigbang fic. Still blaming [livejournal.com profile] cherie_morte for everything that is wrong with my life. Still trying to resist the siren call of my horrible Leverage idea for [livejournal.com profile] apocabigbang.

McLovin was absolutely great on his own while I was away from Thanksgiving. Nothing broken, nothing peed on, nothing dead and hidden under my pillows. He even cuddled in bed with me today. Who is this cat and what happened to my beast?

Thanksgiving was good. I thought about it. I guess I have a lot to be thankful for this year, including all you guys. <3

Now, only two and bit more months to prepare my airing of grievances.. :D
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (it's going to be awesome)
Have you ever been about to kick some zombie ass, then you turn on your portable music playing device and then your headphones are all 'have some Michelle Branch!' or 'wouldn't some Sufjan Stevens soothe you to sleep?' and you're like, NO DAMMIT, there's ass-kickery to be had!

Well now I will try to fix you!

click for track listing and download link )

And this mix comes at a great time too, because it just so happens I posted a story about zombies today.

Title: The Waiting Job
Fandom: Leverage
Pairing: none specifically but hints of Nate/Sophie and Eliot/Hardison/Parker
Rating: 13+
Word Count: ~11,700
Warnings: some violence, some swearing.

Summary: They're out of food, and someone's going to have to go out to get more before they die. They have no choice at this point. Hopefully the zombies will see it that way and not give them a hard time.

If you're interested, you can read it by clicking here and looking intently in the direction of your computer monitor. <3
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (how i roll (castiel))
So I'm clicking away on my computer, trying to hammer out as much of this big bang draft as I can before I send it to my artist tonight and I have my 'general writing' playlist on in the background. That's lovely all day.

Oh gods, writing my first ever sex scene and the Lord of the Rings soundtrack comes on in the background. That's way too dramatic and intense! It's too much pressure to perform! So I click the next button because it's breaking me.


Oh hi there, Pirates of the Caribbean soundtrack, you're actually worse than LotR.

So. If my first sex scene reads like a battle between life and death, don't blame me. Also, if it sounds like I giggled the entire way through it, it's not because I'm immature and can't type the word 'cock'.
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (my evil laugh)
Okay this is going to be pretty weird.

I need helping building a mad science device.

I won't tell you what it does, but I just need to know the name of some parts that I would need for any mad science type gizmo.

Think Wonderflonium or Solar Powered Polarity Reversal Unit.

The more ridiculous the better.


And I should clarify, this is for the superhero story I am working on, not for any of my weekend plans.

unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (age of the geek)
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I rarely answer them, but I always read the writer's block questions.

Now, today's is actually thought provoking. How do I feel about corporeal punishment? After much consideration, I do suppose I'm going to have to side with the Winchesters. Ghosts deserve all the punishment coming to them. Yes, I imagine there are exceptions, but those would be dealt with on a case by case basis.

In other news, I am working on an AU that probably has absolutely nothing to do with [livejournal.com profile] polybigbang, but does have very much to do with super-people. Superheroes and supervillains, I mean. So in the spirit of this, today will involve a superperson triple feature.

X-Men, then Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog and I'll finish with Defendor, which I just picked up yesterday because Woody Harrelson is one of my all time favourites.

Because I fully intend to keep writing until I am finished, I also might watch a few episodes of Battlestar Galatica, because Cavil really reminds me of a supervillain, and then possibly some episodes of Buffy, because I am really stretching my definition of 'superperson' to fit my paltry dvd collection.

If anyone has any superhero/supervillain/super-morally-ambiguous-person advice, now would be a great time to share it :D
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (yummy kisses)
Yeah, I'm kind of a whore for this stuff. Deal with it.

Five Acts Meme

+ Post a list of your five favorite acts/kinks to read about. At the bottom, add what fandoms/pairings you're interested in.
+ Read other people's lists; the master list of lists is here.
+ Post comment-fic based off of other people's lists.

My List of Acts

i - anything hair related (hair pulling, hair playing, hair washing)
ii - biting
iii - formal wear
iv - weather (rain, snow, wind, storms)
v - oral sex

My List of Fandoms and Pairings

Supernatural -- Sam/Dean, Sam/Castiel, Castiel/Dean/Sam, Gabriel/Sam, Gabriel/Castiel, Sam/Jess, Bela/Dean, Ruby/Jo, Bela/Jo
Leverage -- Parker/Hardison, Hardison/Parker/Eliot, Nate/Sophie
Harry Potter -- Ron Weasley/Draco Malfoy, Luna Lovegood/George Weasley, Fred Weasley/Barty Crouch, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Remus Lupin/Sirius Black, Sirius Black/James Potter
RPF -- Taylor Swift/Lady Gaga, Ben Affleck/Michael Cera
Firefly -- Jayne/River, Kaylee/Simon, Inara/Mal
Community -- Abed/Troy, Troy/Annie, Jeff/Britta, Abed/anyone

So... Have at! *makes pretty eyes in exchange for fic*

Poll Time!

Aug. 24th, 2010 10:04 pm
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (we're aesthetes (calvin and hobbes))
I am totally not writing a superhero/supervillain story instead of packing or editing that zombie story. But, you know, if I was, I would need help with naming my characters right now. *cough* So let's get a sound off going here.

[Poll #1610350]
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (snappy fingers (the metatron))

You should all run. Run far away from here. I have gone mad with ... madness.

Here are my 2 writing bingo cards. )
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (i really like this)
So Write Until You Die July ended with the month this morning and I have to say I am SO IMPRESSED.

I'm impressed with the dedication and support of my fellow writers, impressed with the incredible amount of words they produced and I'm impressed with how impressed they are with themselves. I love my writing group and I love the awesomeness we produce just by being together.

1,500 words a day for 31 days would have brought me to 46,500 words. I finished with 44,381 and I am damn proud of me.

I hope we do this again next year (I, alas, might be taking a bye on Nanowrimo this year).

So before I go... WUDJ, before I go I just want to tell you you were fantastic, absolutely fantastic. And you know what? So was I.

unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (i'll man the flashlight (dean))

This is best thing of my life right now. I want Chad to win it all. I think he's got the chops. That Voldemort fellow might give him some trouble, but if anyone can beat him, it's not some skinny wizard kid, it's CMM. Believe it.

Someone up the street started setting off fireworks while I was out with Abby. She did not like that. We ran the rest of the way home. Way too much excitement for one dog though, because she's acting like an unconscious backrest right now.

Idiot beardie fell asleep with his face smushed into the glass.

Pets are ridiculous, end of story.

New roommate started moving her things in today. She seems nice. But, I mean, she's not Katie and I won't be able to walk around in my panties or shower with the door open and so she's starting with forty points against her. I'm sure we'll get along fine for the next four weeks until my only roommate is that spiteful cat.

Tomorrow is the grand and great day of writing, for which I am very excited. I'll be on AIM for a good chunk of the day, so hit me up if you're looking for word wars (you should be able to figure out my username).

Love y'all.
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (yummy kisses)
So when I'm reading fic, but especially when I am reading a sex scene, the number one thing that ruins it for me is one tiny little typo. There are probably a hundred things that make it awkward for me, but the top of the list thing is seeing the word 'me' in dialogue when the writer meant to write 'my'. It just sounds so ... Scottish? Jamaican? Hilarious?

Writing in any sort of dialect weirds me out. I can usually hear it in my head, I don't need to read it on paper. Especially if the character is not Scottish or Jamaican. It is not sexy for me. It gives me a bad case of the giggles. I know it's a common typo. I do it sometimes. Cue the giggles.

In other 'porn is ruined forever' news, I tried my hand at some things for Porn Battle Ten this past week. I apologize sincerely.

under here for links )

So that's what I've been doing. Still not comfortable writing smut. I feel like a tiny awkward human when I try.

We officially adopted Abby yesterday. She makes a lot of noise by just existing. She's also twice as big as I remember her.

Watched all of the cartoon series 'Archer' with Katie the day before last. It's kind of the most hilarious thing ever. I mean, it's terribly crude and vaguely offensive, but let's be honest, I have bad taste. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (very stressful day (chuck))
I've been told in the past that I am not a pleasant person to watch things with. Like, television or movies or live theatre... Things with stories to them. Concerts are okay, I guess. The same holds true for reading. When I am reading, you probably don't want to be around me.

I react to the story. I react a lot, apparently. Without fancy-ing it up any, I talk at the screen when I'm watching things or reading online, and I shout at books quite frequently.

Katie got very concerned the other day while I was watching Supernatural in the other room. Apparently over the sound of two fans and her music, she could hear me cheering for the hellhounds in Abandon All Hope (yeah, also, I'm a bad person) and was convinced I had started some sort of illegal dog fighting ring in my bedroom (which is strictly forbidden in our lease, btw).

The same goes for books. When it's funny, I laugh. When it's sad, I cry (do NOT ask about my first time reading Goblet of Fire, it was absolutely a horrible day). I will tell the characters when I think they are being stupid or not figuring out the problem fast enough. I will read out loud the best parts of the dialogue.

I got genuinely terrified when the chandelier came flying above my head and crashed into the stage during the Phantom of the Opera. BUT IT FLEW RIGHT BY MY HEAD, OKAY, I COULD HAVE DIED. My grandmother says taking me to see Les Miserables for the first time was the most entertaining time she's had at the theatre since they let you drink in the theatre. I don't even know what she meant by that.

People have commented before that it is stressful for them to be around me while I engage in stories of pretty much any kind because I engage so much. Even McLovin doesn't like to be around when I'm watching my space adventures (sci fi gets me the most riled. Freddy watches with me because he likes outer space, not because he's a good friend).

I used to go to the movie theatre a lot more and I never got kicked out or anything. I don't generally talk through the movie if I'm seeing it for the first time. I talk a little, but it's important talk. Now I mean, I don't think I've heard any of the dialogue in Hot Fuzz or Newsies in the last 30 times I've watched them, but that's because I can actually recite those movies from memory by this point.

I swear there was a point here.

Basically the point was that tonight, Katie read something I wrote. It was something no one had read before and that I was super anxious to get feedback on. She didn't react. Not once. Not to anything. Except to make one minor threat on my life in the first few pages. She was like a creepy ass stone statue (I'm looking at you, Lonely Assassins). So I just figured she didn't like it. But then when she's done and has decided she's going to spare my life, she says she liked it.

Apparently I am the weird one. Thoughts anyone?

unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (spectaculacular (sam))
“When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.”
-- Charles Austin Beard

This is the longest thing I have ever written solo that I wrote for the purpose of actually showing to others. I am terrified of what I have done and I'm not sure if any of it is remotely readable, but I think I am finally done the zombie-Leverage story. I need a good hard edit (oh baby oh), but the first draft is done.


It's over 11k. What the hell. Why didn't I put that kind of work into one of my big bangs? Or maybe into doing my laundry?!

I'm so giddy right now, you don't even know. I mean, Sam, you're probably getting ahead of yourself because I don't think it's spectaculacular. I changed tenses so many times I think I invented some new ones! But it's done and I don't fully hate it and that's what I call a moral victory. And yeah, all those poor commas I abused.

For a story that was supposed to be about zombies, there is a hell of a lot of what is calling itself 'emotional character drama'. I call it 'being mean to fictional people because when you're mean to real people they won't do stuff for you anymore'. Whatever. WHATEVER. I'm going to stop talking about it, as my last, what eleven journal entries, have been about this story?

Today, McLovin tried to break out of the house through a second floor window.

I watched The Beast Below and fell in love with the Doctor all over again. Don't get me started on Amy Pond.

Katie and I organized our ride to the rescue tomorrow. I am stupidly excited, we haven't been in 3 weeks because of scheduling suckage. DOGS. Expect rambling on that tomorrow.
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (kill you with my brain (nate))
Below the cut you will find a short list, an update on all the current major writing projects I have going, something mean about [livejournal.com profile] cherie_morte and something even meaner about my cat.

Top Seven Fears

Everyone on the internet wants you to do drugs. )

FYI, this got entry weird. Warnings for zombies and other distasteful things (like Wil Wheaton and so much crossover fanfiction that my wrist started to hurt just thinking about maybe writing it all one day). Whew. I could kill me with my brain too.
unavoidedcrisis: girl lying on the ground with playing cards scattered over her (i'll man the flashlight (dean))
I've been writing this story. I really hit my stride the other night and put about 2.8k on my word count.

Woke up in a panic yesterday and realized "oh no, my story is set in Boston and I'm not from Boston! What if I got details wrong?!". Now little things don't bug me that much, that's called artistic license. I can make up the location of a department store or randomly add a set of traffic lights.

But I have a scene with the characters stealing ammunition to kill zombies with. Where I come from, you can buy bullets at any gun shop or military surplus, obviously, or at any outdoors store or even Walmart. Turns out, in Boston, you need to go to very specific gun shops. That's not something I can 'artistic lisence' right over.

So the 2,000 and some odd words I wrote are basically nonsensical rambling. My epic night of extra awesome writingosity feels more like a night of epic writing failosity.

Does anyone else ever have that problem where a little detail turns out to be way more important than you thought and then you want to punch yourself in the throat for messin git up because now it means you're going to spend all day rejiggering what was supposed to be an easy, breezy plot device/angst machine?

Or is that just me, then?


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