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Notes and queries (this is your brain on cortexiphan edition):
(When all else fails, list format. For the unfortunate alpha readers wondering where this week's novel installment is - it's somewhere. It's somewhere. Maybe it'll crystallise next week when I have a day off. I hope so.)
1. I am having a bad day am having a bad month am having a bad year. Lord, but I hate the day job. To top it all off, today I was honked by the driver behind me - because I stopped to avoid running a girl over. Driving in Cambridge really hurts my head. As for the job, I went downstairs today (I work on the third floor, in a windowless office under a tinhat roof) to fetch coffee and one of the other trainees' secretaries said, "Hey, you have something stuck to you. Oh, it's... part of a title plan."
Other people get toilet paper stuck to their shoes. I... don't.
2. It was my birthday! And now it is not my birthday. But it was not nearly as bad a birthday as I'd feared; quite the reverse, in fact. Even though I did spend the day marking up title plans, my department signed a card for me, and the other trainees went to dinner with me, and bought me cake and bath stuff and a £20 Amazon voucher which I still haven't spent. (Not sure what to get! Oh life, so hard.) And my parents sent roses, as they're away. And now I am twenty-five, and have been for nearly a week, and... well. Still here.
Today is Republic Day, though. Happy birthday, India. We love you.
3. I am caught up with Fringe! I am still head over heels for it: smart, character-driven, full-of-heart plots, and witty, sharp writing. What gets me about it, though, is okay, the shows of my heart from the nineties, SG-1 and Voyager and whatnot, they had great characters almost despite themselves. Because of the format, because of the need for the reset button, they had great characters, whom stories happened around. What I love about Fringe is that it is a story about Peter, Walter and Olivia. (I wish it were more of a story about Astrid and Broyles too! But that's something for another time.)
So yes. I adore it, and I am especially enamoured of![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
musesfool's spot-on analysis: Olivia is the superhero, with the superhero backstory (she's a former Marine and she can save the world) and Peter is the fairy princess, with the fairy princess backstory: kidnapped as a child and raised by new parents; now providing a soul and a focus for the redemption of his father.
So... as, the novel is not happening with the writing so much, and to be honest neither is anything that doesn't involve work or crying about work, does anyone want a Fringe ficlet? Prompt me if you would. I'm trying to coax the ol' brain into writing again, which so far slim success.
4. There is no number four. I am writing this in the bath, okay. There is only so much cope with which to cope.
1. I am having a bad day am having a bad month am having a bad year. Lord, but I hate the day job. To top it all off, today I was honked by the driver behind me - because I stopped to avoid running a girl over. Driving in Cambridge really hurts my head. As for the job, I went downstairs today (I work on the third floor, in a windowless office under a tinhat roof) to fetch coffee and one of the other trainees' secretaries said, "Hey, you have something stuck to you. Oh, it's... part of a title plan."
Other people get toilet paper stuck to their shoes. I... don't.
2. It was my birthday! And now it is not my birthday. But it was not nearly as bad a birthday as I'd feared; quite the reverse, in fact. Even though I did spend the day marking up title plans, my department signed a card for me, and the other trainees went to dinner with me, and bought me cake and bath stuff and a £20 Amazon voucher which I still haven't spent. (Not sure what to get! Oh life, so hard.) And my parents sent roses, as they're away. And now I am twenty-five, and have been for nearly a week, and... well. Still here.
Today is Republic Day, though. Happy birthday, India. We love you.
3. I am caught up with Fringe! I am still head over heels for it: smart, character-driven, full-of-heart plots, and witty, sharp writing. What gets me about it, though, is okay, the shows of my heart from the nineties, SG-1 and Voyager and whatnot, they had great characters almost despite themselves. Because of the format, because of the need for the reset button, they had great characters, whom stories happened around. What I love about Fringe is that it is a story about Peter, Walter and Olivia. (I wish it were more of a story about Astrid and Broyles too! But that's something for another time.)
So yes. I adore it, and I am especially enamoured of
musesfool's spot-on analysis: Olivia is the superhero, with the superhero backstory (she's a former Marine and she can save the world) and Peter is the fairy princess, with the fairy princess backstory: kidnapped as a child and raised by new parents; now providing a soul and a focus for the redemption of his father. So... as, the novel is not happening with the writing so much, and to be honest neither is anything that doesn't involve work or crying about work, does anyone want a Fringe ficlet? Prompt me if you would. I'm trying to coax the ol' brain into writing again, which so far slim success.
4. There is no number four. I am writing this in the bath, okay. There is only so much cope with which to cope.
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And happy birthday you. I seem to dimly remember 25 as being a good age.
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You you I will see you in TWO WEEKS omg!
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Yaaay! I will see you! We will dance! We will restrain shim from spending g the entire day doing dishes!!!
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It could be worse. You could have something inappropriate about Tuckett written on your thigh.
You are excellent, and I'm sorry work continues to suck.
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And I always, always want more of Olivia interacting with Astrid, perhaps even the two of them talking about Olivia's superheroic qualities?
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Happy birthday to you (again) and to India. I hope things get better; well done for still being here. (And writing in the bath, which sounds a rather impressive skill.)
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I'd never seen it described this way, but that is SO TRUE! The concept/character ideas were so great, but the execution of it all was so...not great. (I admit, one reason I like BSG so much is that it feels like Voyager with consequences.)
does anyone want a Fringe ficlet? Prompt me if you would.
Oooh, I do! Okay, how about Olivia/Peter, day off or busman's holiday, whichever tickles your fancy. :D
Happy belated birthday!
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Tomorrow is writing day! I shall see what I can do.
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That happened to me yesterday! (Except I was in Maryland and it was construction workers I was trying to avoid killing.) People are so stupid. O_o
Ooh ... how about a ficlet about Astrid? Something about her love of butterflies, perhaps.
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2: Happy Birthday! A quarter century of YOU is really something worth celebrating! I am glad it was nice. Also, happy Republic Day!
3: I am getting more and more tempted to watch Fringe as EVERYONE is talking about it, it seems.
4: I am glad I am not the only one who uses the internet in the bath. It always felt like such a risky, guilty thing. ;)
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2. thank you, lovely you!
3. It is LOVELY. I really think you'd like it. So lovely.
4. I know right? I am doing it as we speak. Splash splash type splash. So decadent. :P
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Everything is slightly better in the bath, particularly books and wine. Have never tried the internet (or kindle) for fear of dropping the computer. I think I am still a little twitchy from dropping books into the bath on at least two occasions...or the time when the spine gave up and I was surrounded by loose, floating pages...
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My computer is on a footstool over the side of the bath, which works surprisingly well. It means stretching your arms, but it's otherwise perfect. :P
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I'm sorry there is work and crying about work. There should be a patron for you, I think. You current country is crawling with Lords and Ladies Whatnots, isn't it? I mean, what else are they good for, is what I'm asking, if not providing some cope for lovely people who need more cope?
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Sadly, those patron-type people are the sort of people who end up my clients. It sucks. What does not suck is that I took tomorrow off for no reason at all, and I am going to sit in a cafe and write novel! Yay!
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