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Nov. 20th, 2011 12:01 am
hot damn, is there marker still on my face? :\
hot damn, is there marker still on my face? :\
A Mix and Fic Whoring
Oct. 2nd, 2010 08:03 pmHave 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.
If you're interested, you can read it by clicking here and looking intently in the direction of your computer monitor. <3
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
I Do Believe in Commas, I Do, I Do
Jul. 18th, 2010 01:42 am“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.
GUYS. WHAT IS THIS. I DON'T EVEN.
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.
-- 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.
GUYS. WHAT IS THIS. I DON'T EVEN.
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.
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]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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.
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.
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?
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?
Leen Won't STFU About This Story
Jul. 12th, 2010 01:48 amI'm kind of in love with this playlist. I call it 'Music To Listen To While Going Out To Face The Zombie Army'.
It might not be traditional zombie music. I'm probably the only one who would listen to Garth Brooks while smashing up zombies. WHATEVER. I am very fond of it and I think I will probably love it forever. Just sayin'. I might package it up and make y'all a mix. Maybe I'll just talk more about it, I haven't decided.
So the tiny little ficlet I set out to write is now a 5k soul-sucking monster with no end in sight. Like that time I wrote Castiel mpreg (whatever, don't judge me, it was so much fun). How do the weirdest things always get away from me?
I also started something new this morning. It stars a certain RP character I haven't played in forever. It was another magical example of 'starting to write something with no idea what I was going to do.' I almost feel guilty for the horrible shit I put my characters through.
Almost.
BRING ON THE ZOMBIES.
No seriously. I need another 300 words to hit my Write Until You Die July word goal for today. That's either one graphic zombie death or about ten less graphic ones. Or maybe my human characters will get torn to shreds and eaten. Haven't decided yet.
It might not be traditional zombie music. I'm probably the only one who would listen to Garth Brooks while smashing up zombies. WHATEVER. I am very fond of it and I think I will probably love it forever. Just sayin'. I might package it up and make y'all a mix. Maybe I'll just talk more about it, I haven't decided.
So the tiny little ficlet I set out to write is now a 5k soul-sucking monster with no end in sight. Like that time I wrote Castiel mpreg (whatever, don't judge me, it was so much fun). How do the weirdest things always get away from me?
I also started something new this morning. It stars a certain RP character I haven't played in forever. It was another magical example of 'starting to write something with no idea what I was going to do.' I almost feel guilty for the horrible shit I put my characters through.
Almost.
BRING ON THE ZOMBIES.
No seriously. I need another 300 words to hit my Write Until You Die July word goal for today. That's either one graphic zombie death or about ten less graphic ones. Or maybe my human characters will get torn to shreds and eaten. Haven't decided yet.
Zombies and A Jamie Day
Apr. 10th, 2009 11:10 pm
Permission to shout 'bravo!' at an annoyingly loud volume, sir?
Jesus died today* for our sins, and I think that's pretty rad (the sacrifice part, not the actual dying). In a couple days, he'll pop back though, so don't worry. Easter's pretty much the most zombie related holiday I can think of.
Spent the afternoon at Jamie's, watching movies. We watched a depressing movie that got us both miserable and bitter at the male gender (surprise, surprise) and then Jamie forced me to watch one of his favourites. He said it would cheer us up.
Okay, he didn't really have to twist my arm, it had Alan Rickman in it (I don't care if I'm the only person alive who still finds him sexy; that just means there's more for me).
But yeah, Love Actually. I highly recommend it. Some lovely eye candy and very well written, I thought. Just a wonderful film and Jamie was right, it did cheer me up.
Speaking of stressed out beyond all belief, I'm migrating south to visit my family for a week. Wish me luck.
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*And when I say today, I mean like, a whole bunch of years ago today.
Jesus died today* for our sins, and I think that's pretty rad (the sacrifice part, not the actual dying). In a couple days, he'll pop back though, so don't worry. Easter's pretty much the most zombie related holiday I can think of.
Spent the afternoon at Jamie's, watching movies. We watched a depressing movie that got us both miserable and bitter at the male gender (surprise, surprise) and then Jamie forced me to watch one of his favourites. He said it would cheer us up.
Okay, he didn't really have to twist my arm, it had Alan Rickman in it (I don't care if I'm the only person alive who still finds him sexy; that just means there's more for me).
But yeah, Love Actually. I highly recommend it. Some lovely eye candy and very well written, I thought. Just a wonderful film and Jamie was right, it did cheer me up.
Speaking of stressed out beyond all belief, I'm migrating south to visit my family for a week. Wish me luck.
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*And when I say today, I mean like, a whole bunch of years ago today.
