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Twenty-four hours, four cups of coffee, four hours of sleep, 7200 words and umpteen twitter status updates later, I finished my legislation take-home. Thank you, everyone who said nice things to me during the long, long night. And I am very glad I never have to do that again. I am still somewhat wrung out another day on - I do think, seriously, that a take-home is the worst of both worlds: with a three-hour exam you build up to it, you ride over it on a crest of adrenaline and suddenly it's over and you can sleep. With a paper you can take your time to know what you're doing. Instead you get the faintly panicky ill-feeling for a whole day, while your brain dribbles uninspiringly out of your ears and you find yourself writing twelve hundred words on "Is Congress hopelessly dysfunctional?" while the world tips around your head.
After it was over I stretched like a cat and prowled about my apartment for a bit, then rolled over and fell asleep fully dressed on the top of the covers, and then the Siren took me out for ice-cream and gossip and after that
petra and
thingswithwings appeared and were kind to me and my softening brain and took me for dinner. We had tapas al fresco with a surprisingly nice pinot grigio, and it was one of those perfect spring evenings laced with the perfect mixture of tired, happy and tipsy. We sat there through the sunset and talked about fandom and laughed a lot, and it was just delightful. At some point we got to talking about kitchen utensil AUs and Sad Fics What We Have Known and I remember telling T'wings she was the second person yesterday to talk to me about Draco/Neville, which was kind of delightful.
I dunno, I've been blessed in life by having a lot of fannish people to interact with in my daily life - because, y'know, sometimes you need that - but I don't always have the pleasure of talking about my writing woes to other people who write. At some point last night I was explaining tipsily that I am trying to write this story, right, and it was going to be short, right, and it was going to be a sweet little OT3 story, that was all, and suddenly I started thinking Things and now it's a story about ownership and feudalism and what. (T'wings says I am the second person she knew to have a problem with a silly little story turning into one about conceptions of ownership. I am delight.)
edited to add: has anyone, yet, invented an app or tool that will take a chunk of prose and change its tense from present to past or vice versa? I hate it when I realise that's what a story needs.
Speaking of delight, I think I need a nap. it's a beautiful sunny morning in Ithaca and in an hour I have to help the Siren carry all her minor kitchen appliances through Collegetown to the law school. I am sure this will happen entirely in a sensible fashion and there will be no laughing at or with.
Oh, and! For Remix, I wrote Distillation (the Anticlockwise Remix) (HP, Sirius/Remus, Peter), a remix of Connection Concotion by
ineffabilitea, and while it is not the best thing I have ever written by a long shot, it is not the worst.
Naptime! Then appliances and paper-writing. I love the spring.
After it was over I stretched like a cat and prowled about my apartment for a bit, then rolled over and fell asleep fully dressed on the top of the covers, and then the Siren took me out for ice-cream and gossip and after that
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I dunno, I've been blessed in life by having a lot of fannish people to interact with in my daily life - because, y'know, sometimes you need that - but I don't always have the pleasure of talking about my writing woes to other people who write. At some point last night I was explaining tipsily that I am trying to write this story, right, and it was going to be short, right, and it was going to be a sweet little OT3 story, that was all, and suddenly I started thinking Things and now it's a story about ownership and feudalism and what. (T'wings says I am the second person she knew to have a problem with a silly little story turning into one about conceptions of ownership. I am delight.)
edited to add: has anyone, yet, invented an app or tool that will take a chunk of prose and change its tense from present to past or vice versa? I hate it when I realise that's what a story needs.
Speaking of delight, I think I need a nap. it's a beautiful sunny morning in Ithaca and in an hour I have to help the Siren carry all her minor kitchen appliances through Collegetown to the law school. I am sure this will happen entirely in a sensible fashion and there will be no laughing at or with.
Oh, and! For Remix, I wrote Distillation (the Anticlockwise Remix) (HP, Sirius/Remus, Peter), a remix of Connection Concotion by
Naptime! Then appliances and paper-writing. I love the spring.
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on 2011-05-09 06:26 pm (UTC)*hugs this post and also YOU*
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on 2011-05-10 04:19 am (UTC)no subject
on 2011-05-09 04:51 pm (UTC)I do think, seriously, that a take-home is the worst of both worlds: with a three-hour exam you build up to it, you ride over it on a crest of adrenaline and suddenly it's over and you can sleep. With a paper you can take your time to know what you're doing.
Completely agreed. I also love how some profs try to frame them as kindness to students, like, "Oh, it's only a take-home! It's open notes! Feel PRIVILEGED."
Gosh, it's gorgeous today. I hope you're out in it.
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on 2011-05-10 04:19 am (UTC)I had a lovely day, today! It was sunny! I am now in my room in the dark writing my paper. But it was a lovely day.
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on 2011-05-09 05:47 pm (UTC)I KNOW THE FEELING. Okay, mine wasn't going to be short because it's a NaNo-in-May (I'm insane, okay?), but it was going to be this sweet pointless exercise in description where some kids are having summer fun in my town.
And I made them visiting relatives because that's What You Do, and I made the relatives two asexual men in a romantic relationship, just for kicks... and now I'm writing these guys' 35-year-long romance from start to present-day, and the kidlit framing!story has gotten hopelessly sidelined. O_O
Have fun with your carrying of minor kitchen appliances! :D
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on 2011-05-10 02:09 am (UTC)(I had great fun carrying kitchen applianaces! Nothing got dropped on my foot, which is all I ask.)
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on 2011-05-09 06:16 pm (UTC)And I have myself bemoaned the absence of a tense-switching ap. Whoever figures that one out will make a zillion. Problem is, English is so damn contrarious with tenses, it could be disastrous. I mean, what is a little computer brain to do with something like the following: "She will have had to have had her shots by then or she will not be getting on the plane."
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on 2011-05-10 01:14 am (UTC)"She will have had to have had her shots by then or she will not be getting on the plane."
Heee! Okay, so I will rein my wishes and merely demand an app that can successfully manage two thirds of the tense changes, and not leave you with all of it to do!
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on 2011-05-09 10:04 pm (UTC)no subject
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on 2011-05-10 12:52 am (UTC)2) charmingly loquacious iona on twitter? i seem to be much more capable of keeping up with folks on instant gratification-based social media - twitter.com/fourfs is where you can find me.
3) seriously, a twenty-four hour take home exam? people these days.
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on 2011-05-10 01:22 am (UTC)2. My LJ username and twitter account are not the same, but I suspect you'll guess it's me. Time will tell if my loquaciousness is charming. :)
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on 2011-05-10 07:56 pm (UTC)I wish sometimes that I had more fannish people around me more often in daily life - I have a few, for whom I am grateful, but only a handful. *is envious* I'm glad you currently have writing-types around you as well.