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ravenOdd sort of day, today. A day out of June dropped into September, almost; an autumn day slow-baked until orange and red leaves are drifting downwards in twenty-five degree heat. It's a little baffling; I'm quite looking forward to proper cold weather now. I rememeber that I would start the autumn term of each school year with tights, uniform jumper and long coat, and for the first two weeks of term, it would be muggy and hot and as horrible as possible so you'd see scores of people wandering off home with coats and blazers over their arms. I always wanted to do some kind of survey on exactly how school uniforms are carefully designed to be far too hot in summer and far too cold in winter without any intervening period, however short, of anything remotely approaching being comfortable. I never got around to it, and I actually quite liked my uniform in sixth form; I mean, I got to wear a tail. Actually, more than one. Who else can say that?
For the first time in a while, something good has happened. I have my job back. Just for one week before I go back to Oxford, but I am not complaining. A week back at the bookshop, starting on Monday, four hours a day and whatever extra bits they can scrounge up. Thank you, whatever deities are out there; at least I won't go stir crazy nuts for my remaining time here.
And, also, in related news of the weird! I have written here at length about Tony, my very nice but greatly-given-to-verbosity boss. Honestly, he talks so much; whenever I have to ring him for whatever reason, I tend to put the kettle on and make coffee one-handed so I have something to do for the ten minutes straight where I don't have to say anything. Anyway! On Monday morning at a quarter to eight, not just me but the whole entire country will be subjected to it, as he's on Radio Five! Talking about a subject now very close to my heart, to whit, the wonder that is the independent bookshop. So, if anyone should be listening to the Breakfast programme to a man named Tony who talks a lot - feel my pain. Or not, because he is such a nice guy and a great boss, but... you know. You'll know what I mean.
So this is new of the very good indeed.
Other things that are important... um. I am trying to wind down all my various fannish activities before I leave. This has manifested as a stern note-to-self to not start any fics, really, please, just don't, and not get into any sort of fandom, and definitely don't sign up for ficathons. The last thing is easy - I am still in doubt as to whether to sign up for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
yuletide this year, but that's the only one I'm considering, and after that, the only one I'll let myself sign up for is Remix - but the second thing is a problem (er... XF, The West Wing, Supernatural and Studio 60 are all vying for my attentions) and the first one might be a bit of a difficulty.
In fact, for my own benefit as much as anyone else's, these are my current WIPs (and no, I refuse to write "WsIP", it isn't any fun to say):
Untitled XF monstrosity, variously known as the bad-sex-scene fic or The One With The Hole In The Universe. It's a Mulder and Scully UST-type thing, with a plot (which has proved to be my undoing) and a lot of AU stuff.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
amchau's helping me with it, so I hope to finish it some time before the apocalypse. Currently approx. 9000 words long, with at least a third of it yet to be written.
Untitled XF slushy melodrama, all the fault ofleiascully. It's supposed to be me trying to get all my rampant Mulder/Scully shippiness out of my system in one go. I wrote 300 words of this on a plane in Cleveland and have done nothing of it since. I think it's stalled pretty magnificently, but I guess I'll see; maybe it'll all come together. Approx 300 words, of course, but I don't think it'll get to more than a thousand.
Untitled DW femmeslash, Rose/Sarah Jane, which got hugely, magnificently jossed by Doomsday and I can't be bothered to re-write it to fit the canon. In fact, I don't think I'll ever be bothered. It was about 3000 words, and probably a permanent WIP.
Lastly, provisionally titled HP humour fic, and it goes outside the cut because it's the one I'm most likely to finish. I wrote this all in one go two days ago, realised it needed a bit more to it and added one more scene last night, and now I need to read it through and send it off for beta.
In fact, I have discovered something about how I write. Last night I was all set to scrap this fic because it's not funny, or at least, the epilogue I was trying to write was not remotely funny. So I deleted it and I wrote a depressing epilogue instead. And the depressing epilogue actually has two or three funny bits and ends on a joke. So it seems I can write humour - as long as it is facetious and wildly inappropriate to the situation. Score.
And that's that. Now, the Feminism Paper That Ate Manhattan. (Filed next to the Cockroach That Ate Cincinnati, naturally.)
Oh, and before I toddle, a quick rec:musesfool has a very interesting post about the fannish community and how it all fits together. Go, read, bask in the collective insight. I'm going to post my own thoughts on it, but in distinctly tl;dr fashion, so probably in the next post.
For the first time in a while, something good has happened. I have my job back. Just for one week before I go back to Oxford, but I am not complaining. A week back at the bookshop, starting on Monday, four hours a day and whatever extra bits they can scrounge up. Thank you, whatever deities are out there; at least I won't go stir crazy nuts for my remaining time here.
And, also, in related news of the weird! I have written here at length about Tony, my very nice but greatly-given-to-verbosity boss. Honestly, he talks so much; whenever I have to ring him for whatever reason, I tend to put the kettle on and make coffee one-handed so I have something to do for the ten minutes straight where I don't have to say anything. Anyway! On Monday morning at a quarter to eight, not just me but the whole entire country will be subjected to it, as he's on Radio Five! Talking about a subject now very close to my heart, to whit, the wonder that is the independent bookshop. So, if anyone should be listening to the Breakfast programme to a man named Tony who talks a lot - feel my pain. Or not, because he is such a nice guy and a great boss, but... you know. You'll know what I mean.
So this is new of the very good indeed.
Other things that are important... um. I am trying to wind down all my various fannish activities before I leave. This has manifested as a stern note-to-self to not start any fics, really, please, just don't, and not get into any sort of fandom, and definitely don't sign up for ficathons. The last thing is easy - I am still in doubt as to whether to sign up for
yuletide this year, but that's the only one I'm considering, and after that, the only one I'll let myself sign up for is Remix - but the second thing is a problem (er... XF, The West Wing, Supernatural and Studio 60 are all vying for my attentions) and the first one might be a bit of a difficulty.In fact, for my own benefit as much as anyone else's, these are my current WIPs (and no, I refuse to write "WsIP", it isn't any fun to say):
Untitled XF monstrosity, variously known as the bad-sex-scene fic or The One With The Hole In The Universe. It's a Mulder and Scully UST-type thing, with a plot (which has proved to be my undoing) and a lot of AU stuff.
amchau's helping me with it, so I hope to finish it some time before the apocalypse. Currently approx. 9000 words long, with at least a third of it yet to be written.Untitled XF slushy melodrama, all the fault of
leiascully. It's supposed to be me trying to get all my rampant Mulder/Scully shippiness out of my system in one go. I wrote 300 words of this on a plane in Cleveland and have done nothing of it since. I think it's stalled pretty magnificently, but I guess I'll see; maybe it'll all come together. Approx 300 words, of course, but I don't think it'll get to more than a thousand.Untitled DW femmeslash, Rose/Sarah Jane, which got hugely, magnificently jossed by Doomsday and I can't be bothered to re-write it to fit the canon. In fact, I don't think I'll ever be bothered. It was about 3000 words, and probably a permanent WIP.
Lastly, provisionally titled HP humour fic, and it goes outside the cut because it's the one I'm most likely to finish. I wrote this all in one go two days ago, realised it needed a bit more to it and added one more scene last night, and now I need to read it through and send it off for beta.
In fact, I have discovered something about how I write. Last night I was all set to scrap this fic because it's not funny, or at least, the epilogue I was trying to write was not remotely funny. So I deleted it and I wrote a depressing epilogue instead. And the depressing epilogue actually has two or three funny bits and ends on a joke. So it seems I can write humour - as long as it is facetious and wildly inappropriate to the situation. Score.
And that's that. Now, the Feminism Paper That Ate Manhattan. (Filed next to the Cockroach That Ate Cincinnati, naturally.)
Oh, and before I toddle, a quick rec:
musesfool has a very interesting post about the fannish community and how it all fits together. Go, read, bask in the collective insight. I'm going to post my own thoughts on it, but in distinctly tl;dr fashion, so probably in the next post.
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on 2006-09-22 06:03 pm (UTC)(1) You and Meredith tempted me to do
(2) I'm still happy to beta if you need me. I probably won't be back at my laptop until Sunday/Monday (depending on how much work I have on Sunday), but then I can take it.
(3) (er... XF, The West Wing, Supernatural and Studio 60 are all vying for my attentions)
Yes! I am so pleased that THREE of these are at least peripherally my fandoms as well. This is a good habit to get into, sharing shows. :D
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on 2006-09-22 06:12 pm (UTC)Or, that's what I tell myself every time I want to join a S60 fic community (yes, there's one).
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on 2006-09-22 06:27 pm (UTC)I must try and remember to listen to the Radio on Monday.
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on 2006-09-22 07:00 pm (UTC)2. Thank you very much, and have a lovely, lovely weekend with
3. Oh, I know! It's been years since we did. Long overdue development, this. (I really wish I'd got into TWW years earlier than I did, to be honest.)
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on 2006-09-22 07:01 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-09-22 07:02 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-09-22 08:05 pm (UTC)From googling for quotations:
"I believe that a scientist looking at nonscientific problems is just as dumb as the next guy." - Richard Feynman
"If it ain't broke, don't fix it." - Bert Lance
"Facts are facts and will not disappear on account of your likes." - Jawaharlal Nehru
"There is hardly anyone whose sexual life, if it were broadcast, would not fill the world at large with surprise and horror." - W. Somerset Maugham
... so you could call the story 'As Dumb As The Next Guy', 'But If It Is Broken...', 'Facts Are Facts', or in a pinch, 'Unbroadcastable For Fear Of Surprise And Horror'.
Also, in that filing cabinet, will I find the Fandom That Ate My Brain?
You're right, by the way, about my Yuletide story; there's only the one, and I wrote it in 2004 (confirmed by my updates page). So yes, when signups open, I'll most likely sign up.
Furthermore, you must one day explain to me exactly how this wearing tails thing works. I know a song called Tails Tails Tails, which goes into some detail about how nice it would be to have one, ut I've never really considered it an option outside, you know, fancy dress, or possibily the better class of catsuit.