Diwali

Nov. 13th, 2012 11:04 pm
raven: image of India on a globe (politics - india)
Happy Diwali.

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That's me in the background; that was Diwali in 2008. I took mithai into work today, and another lawyer stopped by my desk to wish me a happy Diwali, and to thank me because I had reminded her to write to her daughter's girlfriend to wish her a happy Diwali too. What a wonderful world.

As in previous years, I am sorry I cannot ask you all round to my house for food and sparklers and lights. Here are some stories, instead.

home
Vorkosigan, Ekaterin, gen.

she wouldn't bump her head on things )

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making light
Fringe, Peter, Olivia, Astrid, gen.

Peter is eyeing up a jar of Red Vines )

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all that you let in
HP, Hermione, gen.

Hermione gave up writing with quill pens )

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Extract from public meeting on Utopia Planitia budgetary requirements, 22 October 2364, Earth Shipbuilding and Public Works Commission, United Federation of Planets
Star Trek, gen.

once upon a time )


In the spirit of that last story, here is an image that has been floating around Tumblr and Facebook as "India on Diwali night, as seen from space" and variations thereof. I can't find a source for it and to be honest I have my doubts about whether it really is that.

But - well. There are so many Indians - there are so many religions, there are so many languages, there is so much, there is even this chilly brown diaspora out here in Ultima Thule - that every day, on the ordinary days, we make a lot of light.
raven: white text on green and yellow background: "ten points from Gryffindor for destroying my soul" (sbp - destroying my soul)
Soup and writing fanfic really do make everything better. Still can't seem to sleep though. The next batch:

for [personal profile] avendya, Vorkosigan apocalypse fic (mostly Miles and Ekaterin)

for [personal profile] musesfool, Sirius/Remus, amnesia (oh OTP of my heart, etc.)

for [livejournal.com profile] avanti_90, Aral and Alys, historical AU

for [livejournal.com profile] doomlizard, Cabin Pressure, Martin, Douglas and Carolyn and accidental-baby-acquisition

Again, they vary in length from drabbles to full-length stories.

Vaguely relatedly, at least to the Simon-and-Alys-visit-the-Planet-of-the-Indians story in the last post, [personal profile] forthwritten now thinks I should write a whole novel about INDIANS IN SPAAAAACE.

(Quite my favourite things about week-before-last's Doctor Who was the INDIANS IN SPACE.) Everything is better with extra Indians. I mean, have you met Indians. We're hilarious.

We're pretty cool though.

(spaaaaaaace)
raven: white text on green and yellow background: "ten points from Gryffindor for destroying my soul" (sbp - destroying my soul)
I got linked to the Damn, Fandom is Good At What You Do idea by [personal profile] such_heights, whose "Women in Western Political Thought" is very charming.

This is my contribution. Don't explain, don't apologise, say the guidelines. I can only say, nevertheless, that this really is what I did all day until recently, and it was bureaucratic and tedious and frustrating as all hell and I loved it, I loved it.

fic:: scenes from an impractical courtship (measurements scaled from this plan may not match measurements between the same points on the ground)
by Raven
1500w, Harry Potter, Hermione/Luna, AU. ""You're not," Hermione says, furiously, the instant she recognises the voice. "You're not Her Majesty's Land Registry, you are a cabal of common criminals."

measurements scaled from this plan )
raven: image of white Macbook computer with raven perching on it (misc - raven writes)
There is a meme going round where you post the filenames/titles of your WIPs without explanation.

I am not doing this, because my WIPs are apparently.... not like other people's. Other people have outlines and completed scenes or whatever; I, in contrast, just sent a fic off to beta that spent a significant amount of time as a WIP consisting of a named file and one line from a Weepies song (and everyone says this love will change you / and I asked, does anything ever stay the same). Like that. Yeah. They have filenames like "discworldfic2" and "ohgodwhy" and "ohgodwhy_pasttense".

More crucial to the meme, I don't keep them all in the same folder: they live in folders by fandom, not by state of completion, so they're all over the place.

Here are some of them, anyway.

Harry Potter, gen, 3000 words, hanging around half-written for, oh, dear, three years. In which Hermione is arrested, the summer after Voldemort is defeated, for doing magic in front of a Muggle, and is put on trial by the Wizengamot.

they had no choice but to let her keep talking )


Star Trek reboot, currently about 2000 words, I plotted out the entirety of this fic lying in bed one night and then forgot it all. I've been trying to remember it ever since. I know how it was supposed to end, and that it started on a dark night with the Enterprise in orbit around the new Vulcan colony world.

McCoy had the distinct impression he was walking into a domestic dispute )


Doctor Who, Rory. This is the entirety of the WIP. I don't have the slightest memory of writing this! Not the slightest. Oh dear.

after a year he remembers sunshine )


Firefly, an AU where a lot of things were different but I have of course forgotten precisely what.

Inara waits )



Also, not WIP-related, the meme I posted a couple of days ago:

Pick a paragraph (or any passage less than 500 words) from any story I've written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the character's heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you'd expect to find on a DVD commentary track.

[livejournal.com profile] gamesiplay already asked me for one of these:

"New life, new civilisations." He pauses. "They join the Federation and the diplomats sign the treaties, and then the scientists are sharing data and the cultural specialists are taking great dives into each other's libraries and the engineers are off doing, I don't know, whatever it is engineers do."

In his left hand, he holds a Sigman beacon. It activates in response to his touch, and McCoy throws back his hood, holds up the shining white light and brings it around in one long pendulum sweep. All's well, for settlements and satellites to see. Even Enterprise's sensors will make out the flare. It means the quarantine camp has made it through another day.

McCoy walks around the embers, carrying his light. "And they put me in my lab with the new humanoids and we compare notes on the traditional scourges – the old cancers, sexually transmitted wasting diseases, that kind of thing. And then we've been at it a couple of hours, and they turn to me and they tap their heads in a significant kind of way, and I stare back and shrug. No, we don't know what to do about that, either – and the look of disappointment? That's always the same, too."


note: mental health is the main theme )

Anyone wants one, just ask. (Fic here).
raven: (hp - remus in light)
Today is my day at bat for [livejournal.com profile] rs_small_gifts! I wrote this for [personal profile] such_heights, who asked for a non-Christian seasonal tradition, and Remus and Sirius as part of a larger queer society.

Fic:: Evergreen
by Raven
PG, Harry Potter, Sirius/Remus, 3000 words. It's winter in wartime.

( Late in the afternoon... )
raven: crest of Balliol College, Oxford, from a scarf (balliol)
I am well. A little frazzled, a little lonely, but generally doing okay. In a minute I need to go and do some actual work for a class, omg, etc. I have lots of thoughts about how weird the US legal system is from my perspective, but they can wait, possibly forever.

Two things, quickly. Firstly, a rec:

Five Things Rosie Weasley Misses During Her First Year At Hogwarts, by [livejournal.com profile] deathbyshinies.
A Melbourne girl goes to Hogwarts. This is so, so, so lovely. It's a nuanced, thoughtful rendering of one particular postcolonial experience, and it's done with such a light, clever touch. I love the splashes of colour in it - snowball fights, international Floo - and I love its warmth. Everyone needs to read it, like, now; it's something we need more of in fandom.

(Also, it was a going-away present for me. <3, honey.)

Secondly, I need some advice, or some help, or something. I have met quite a few people on my course now, and they seem nice. They are nice: nice, staid, copyright-law-abiding types. Which is so far so hoopy and I'm sure I will make friends, yes, etc.

But, well, I have made some preliminary enquiries, and it seems Cornell doesn't have the tradition Oxford does of societies for, well, everything. I was variously a member of Docsoc, Taruithorn and the late great [livejournal.com profile] ou3fs, and in the end I made very few friends who weren't in some way peripherally connected to them. Societies here are Serious - you know, the Cornell Student Lawyers and Cornell Democrats and the Indian Students' Association, that sort of thing, and not what I'm after. There must be geeks and fannish people at Cornell - but how do I find them?

(Before anyone mentions it: yes, there is an LGBT society here, and I may check out their events, I may not. I'm just kind of reluctant about that, seeing as I am the stereotype of the queer-woman-in-relationship-with-man, and you don't know in advance how welcoming people are going to be to that.)

Any advice much appreciated, yes.
raven: text: "There's a full and very reasonable explanation that mostly does not involve me being drunk" (sbp - me being drunk)
Credit where credit's due - to these people!

Also, come on, don't look at me like that, at least it's not Clegg/Cameron RPF. Although I keep watching this and trying very hard not to chew my fingers.

ficlet:: a historic and seismic shift
by Raven
PG, gen, HP/RPF. David Cameron's first night in office.

the sun's gone down and not on Portillo )
raven: image of white Macbook computer with raven perching on it (misc - raven writes)
Today, the internet have been talking about their hobbies. At least, my bit of the internet have - they've been talking about stuff they knit, crochet and sew, the hand-made cards they're hoping to do for Christmas, the astonishing cakes they can bake. I was thinking omg, I wish I had a hobby. (I'm even wearing a necklace my partner's mother made for me. O hai, artistic inadequacy.)

Then I remembered I write approximately a novel's worth of fanfiction a year, and felt better.

(It's a shame, though, that I can't make people things, but I suppose I could - I put drabbles into the birthday/festival cards of everyone who would appreciate it. In fact, I may do this, if I send any end-of-year cards this year.)

Three fic-related things, while I'm thinking about them:

1. [livejournal.com profile] yuletide sign-up is finally done, polished, dusted, and I hope that's it and I won't have any more last-minute realisations that I've forgotten something or I've misspelled something else (and omg, my recipient will think I'm a moron o hai paranoid interior monologue) or I've suddenly discovered a passion for, I don't know, RPF. (I think this is unlikely, but I redid my signup with six minutes to spare last year, so. You know.)

2. I have a fic in progress. It is a fic I have had in progress for a long time. It is a Harry Potter fic, about Hermione, and I've been writing it all this time because I really wanted to write a personal development story about a female character, and have it be good, because it was dawning on me that within the fandoms I write in, I don't do this enough.

But it would make sense, if I'm going to finish it before, er, January, to write it and post it before the [livejournal.com profile] yuletide assignments go out. I don't know if I can manage this, but now I've written it down that I want to, maybe I will. Yes.

(Oh! Quick-hit: The Supervisor's Tale, by [livejournal.com profile] a_t_rain. I meant to rec this at the time and completely forgot, although I did mention it to a lot of people - in brief, it's an adorable, touching story of Hermione writing her thesis with McGonagall as her supervisor, written for [livejournal.com profile] femgenficathon. It's just lovely.)

3. And lastly, a meme, nabbed from [livejournal.com profile] thistlerose, partly because I iz sheep and partly because I love fic commentaries, reading and writing, and I never have the time to do full-length ones any more.

Pick a paragraph (or any passage less than 500 words) from any fanfic I've written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the character's heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you'd expect to find on a DVD commentary track.

Fic is under the fic tag or, barring the very last few stories, in memories and slightly better organised.

That's it. Must run, Taruithorn awaits.
raven: (hp - remus at the window)
For [livejournal.com profile] dogdaysofsummer, day 27.

ficlet:: keeping off the furniture
by Raven
PG-13, Harry Potter, Sirius/Remus. An August full moon, many years on.

nightfall )
raven: (hp - remus in light)
For [livejournal.com profile] dogdaysofsummer, day 22.

ficlet:: always like the last supper here
by Raven
PG-13, Harry Potter, Sirius/Remus. Lying low at Lupin's.

they're ringing the bells )
raven: black and white; Tenth Doctor on a bed, looking up at Martha (doctor who - in bed together)
I have returned from Edinburgh, which was truly lovely, if endlessly wet: mostly there was bookshopping and staying in bed all day, and on a miracle of a dry and a clear night, Shim and I were a breathless cliché and went out into the fields to watch the Perseids shoot overhead. I was very sorry to come home.

That said, I have just spent a very pleasant couple of days with [livejournal.com profile] hathy_col and [livejournal.com profile] tau_sigma, who arrived on Monday afternoon in a flurry of generalised geekery. I was not doing any of the driving on this visit - as usual, I have no car to do any driving in, and Colleen's Devil Car is being devillish, so we agreed that Tali would do the driving and I would direct her. This went entirely as planned until I said, blithely, "Go left!" at a roundabout, there were shrieks of horror from the backseat and suddenly, no road.

....luckily, the tide was out. We took a brief turn on the sands and returned to the tarmac. The assembled party have agreed to never let me do anything again, up to and including leaving the house unaccompanied.

Anyway, we were actually going to see Half Blood Prince again, and I'm glad we did - every time I read about it, people are complaining about how much they disliked it. Whereas I loved it - the aesthetic, the character bits, the way the very long book has been fitted into a not-so-long film. Colleen had things to say about the one and only Remus Lupin ) I was also sorry about the lack of Bill and Fleur, as the lack of them necessarily takes away the best line in the book )

For some reason, after that we watched "The Mind Robber", which is a second Doctor story featuring Jamie and Zoe, and it is kind of amazingly bizarre. Jamie, incidentally, is great. As we all three jointly remarked, he does not actually wear a kilt. It's not a kilt. It's a tartan miniskirt. (For those who don't believe me: picture where it would reach if he were kneeling. Exactly.) And then fell into bed, and slept well into the following afternon. (I remember doing this sort of thing as a teenager and people trying to get me up before nine am. Dear world: thank you for not doing this any more. I really appreciate it.)

So, yesterday the three of us and the Devil Car went to Blackpool for the Doctor Who Exhbition, which is just as I remember it: gloomy, amateurish, kitsch, but with that kind of old-school charm that so many things pertaining to Doctor Who have. They have not, much to my approval, got rid of the enormous Gallifreyan headdresses; they have added David Tennant, grudgingly, to their list of Doctors past; you can still sit and watch all the Doctors die one by one on quick fast-forward; and they still have a Dalek you can sit in and menace yourself in the mirror.

Colleen did not buy a life-size cardboard cutout of John Simm; we did not get arrrested. I call this success.

Blackpool itself has not changed, either. It's still trying to reinvent itself as a kind of British Las Vegas - but I've been to Vegas and I'm seeing the differences. I'm cruel to it, perhaps; it does not, at least, pretend to be anything it's not, it does not pretend to anything other than be a seaside resort selling seaside rock, plastic buckets and palmistry, and we did go there on a grey weekday in August, but nevertheless, the decay is very evident. The same goes for Southport, which does not have the redeeming feature of, at least, a beautiful beach - and, oh, yes, the beach at Blackpool was beautiful, really beautiful, with shades of grey becoming blue becoming purple becoming Cumbria, great swathes of sunset heading in from the west. The only person I could see from where I was standing was a man throwing sticks for a dog at the edge of the waves. I have a weird, palpable sense of August, these days; like the month has a presence at the edge of things, and nowhere more so in Blackpool, where everything depends on "the season" and the height of it sees one man and his dog on the whole length of sand.

(Perhaps I should not complain about Southport's lack of a proper beach. Otherwise this post would mostly consist of, "So, hey, we invited [livejournal.com profile] tau_sigma up for a visit and DROWNED HER.")

But it was a weekday, it was quiet, and it is true we contributed rather less to the local economy than we would have otherwise done because I did not let either Colleen or Tali visit an establishment called The Museum of the Universe: An Alternative Explanation For The Evolution of Mankind (Supported By Maths, Geography Geometry and Plain Common Sense!) They were critical of my morals. Nevertheless, I prevailed. I bought Shim a stick of rock, and we went home with our pedestrian notions about the scientific method unchallenged.

Colleen left us for paid employment; Tali and I watched most of the last series of Torchwood, Children of Earth, and here is what I have to say about that: ... ) It chilled me a little before bed, though, and today I have mostly pottered around and not done a great deal, although I don't think the two things are related.

Next week, I am in London again - the law firm from last week have called me back for a second interview, and again I am theoretically delighted if practically terrified. Mostly, fingers stay crossed.
raven: (hp - remus at the window)
Quick fic hit, first of all: This Is What's Next, Mr Kirk of Iowa, by [livejournal.com profile] chaletian. Guys: meet Jed Bartlett, President of the United Federation of Planets.

The author mentions she's not happy with the execution and I can see what she means, but, dude, the idea. And Donna-the-Bajoran, Leo-the-Tellarite and Toby-the-Vulcan (ohmygod yes) are worth it.

Today, I bought interview clothes, which was not very fun - although the clothes are nice - and boots, yaaay. They're meant to replace my old battered ones, and they are solic and chunky and have that new-boot smell, and also the inside of them still has that your-feet-are-cast-in-iron feel that I like. All tact as usual, mother has been complaining that they make me look like Popeye, but as I have attempted to patiently explain, my feet are not exactly something for which I bear responsibility and it's not as though any shoes I wore, and indeed my bare feet, wouldn't make me look grotesque by her definition. I don't know. Moving right on.

Two other things. Firstly, Deep Space Nine is great! Why did no on tell me Deep Space Nine is great? It dawned on me that it represents an enormous chunk of Star Trek that I have not seen - I mean, I don't think I have seen every episode of TNG and Voyager, but I have definitely seen the good ones. A lot of times. And Enterprise I did give the proverbial fair try, and I have seen the classic TOS episodes - enough to know you need a beard to be evil, except that all Irish people by definition are.

Actually, I'm being unfair to TOS. There's one or two episodes which I would love to see remade now, or at least, I'd love to see what a good writer would do with them and the reboot cast: there's "The Empath", which is about the only one of the originals where I can look beyond all the terrible effects and see the scary, angstilicious one-act play that's really being done, and then there's "And The World is Hollow For I Have Touched The Sky", which I think is massively underrated, and also something that Kirk/McCoy shippers ought to do a lot with. I mean, it seems clear that at some point in the reboot timeline, McCoy will be diagnosed with xenopolycythaemia.

There's a great idea for a ficathon right there, in fact: rewrite, or remix, or retell, a TOS episode plotline in the reboot universe. I'd run it if I hadn't sworn never to run a ficathon again - four is enough in a lifetime - but... yeah. A good idea, someone take it from me.

Aaaanyway, Deep Space Nine. I have watched the first four five eight oh, shut up episodes, and they are wonderful. Well, the pilot isn't - I was singularly unimpressed with it, but that said most pilots are terrible, The West Wing being the honourable exception - but all the rest take the dodgy premise and colour in the lines beautifully. So far, I think Bashir is cute, Sisko is bland but fun, Kira would be less annoying if she shouted less, but she's growing on me, Odo is full of promise and Dax is my favourite. I love Garak. I love how it has all the mess and complexity of real politics, and upright and basically good people who nevertheless want to beat the crap out of each other, and quirky little tensions and background details and flashes of humour. And I love how all the runabout ships docked at the station are named after rivers on Earth. I have a feeling watching it all is going to be a long-term project.

(Also! Avery Brooks has the nicest smile. Seriously! I love the way his entire face lights up. Awww.)

And the other thing. [livejournal.com profile] imochan is hosting a Sirius/Remus renaissance and it is AMAZING. Okay, Sirius/Remus has come up a bit recently, and every time I just sort of respond by clutching my breast and going, "oh, my heart." Because I am not what you might call OTP-girl - almost a decade on I am still vainly asserting that I write gen, really - but Sirius/Remus, I never loved a pairing like that and I never will again, because oh, dear, their love, I get silly about it. Their epic, beautiful, doomed love. (I mean, I say things like "epic, beautiful, doomed love".) Their history, the way they finish each other's sentences after thirteen years apart, their history. And, the way that post is all people I used to know shouting Animagi! Bring back Black! Killed by DRAPERY! Shoebox! Levity! Lying low at Lupin's, a genre!, without any shred of context because they don't need it. It was a fandom within a fandom, really. It was joyous and I loved it so much.

Threfore: an old rec: seven things that didn't happen on Valentine's Day at Hogwarts, or maybe they did by [livejournal.com profile] rageprufrock.

And a new thing: [livejournal.com profile] dogdaysofsummer, 2009. I'm sorely tempted.

This has been your daily gamma-ray burst of high-pitched shrieking. I leave you now for tracing at common law.
raven: Karen Gillan as Amy Pond, wearing green and red and looking up (Default)
Hi, I am a crazy person. I spent Thursday afternoon sitting by the river, under the bridge where the people take their canoes down, watching the geese and the pleasure craft and the occasional solemn, athletic canoeist. One of the large passenger boats from Iffley had cut power and drifted into the middle of the river in order to turn around; there was also an elderly, very fit man sculling furiously. Backwards. After the shouting and crashing were over, I sat back against my tree on the bank and though, huh, I am the only person in the world who saw that coming, maybe I should have said something.. And then started cackling like a loon. I related this story to my long-suffering headshrink dude the next day, and he noted that was very healthy, sitting by the water watching the boats go by. I may have, um, shouted at him.

Basically: I am not very well, I am in that place where you don't think life is worth living at all, blah blah blah whatever.

There are still quite a few days of posting for [livejournal.com profile] lgbtfest, but I thought it was worth noting a few of my favourites while we go:

We Few, We Happy Few by [livejournal.com profile] toujours_nigel, Harry Potter.
Aurors, and institutionalised homophobia. This is stylish.

Time (of change), by [livejournal.com profile] soft_princess, Merlin.
Uther prefers not to father bastards. It's all very logical. Unexpectedly sweet and lovely.

The Rules, by [livejournal.com profile] gilesonnen, Discworld.
A new wizard at Unseen University has questions about the celibacy policy. Ridcully is very literal. The story is a gentle, rollicking delight.

Love Like A Djelibeybian, by [livejournal.com profile] gehayi, Discworld.
Ptraci is enjoying being queen. But people have strange ideas about what handmaidens ought and ought not to do.

And these two you must read, if nothing else:

Modern Love, by [livejournal.com profile] penknife, Discworld.
Show me something of Penknife's I haven't loved, but this is special. This is the Disc's dwarfs getting used to gender, and sex, and not getting used to it, and embracing the human notions, and rejecting the human notions, and it is... not beautiful, but right, and shaped perfectly into a few thousand words. It's a wonderful, wonderful piece of writing, and something I hope Pratchett nods at, later.

The Pattern of the Process, by [livejournal.com profile] raedbard, The West Wing.
This is about Toby's babies-who-come-with-hats, Huck and Molly, only they're not babies, any more - and more than that I wouldn't want to say, because this story is perfect and complete and self-contained. It's immaculately thought-out and immaculately executed, and at something like 19,000 words, an astonishing achievement for a few months' work.

miscellany

Mar. 4th, 2009 10:59 pm
raven: black and wite Kaylee, against the background of her parasol in colour (firefly - kaylee's parasol)
I do wish Feministing wouldn't talk the way it does about, well, stuff. Skin-whitening products are Bad and Wrong, I quite agree, yes indeed. But... you know. There's a reason for them. Colourism, I've seen it called, but it's a kind of internalised racism or just plain old self-hatred that makes people like me think our skin ought to be whiter, and, you know what? It's my business, mine and my people's business, what we do about that, and I can't help but think it's terribly presumptuous for someone who's never been a part of a culture where this is an endemic feature to jump in and start spouting about the Bad and Wrong.

(And, just for the record? If there was some magic cream that would let me pass for white? I'd take it in an instant, and I'd pay more than $70 for it, too.)

In other news, [livejournal.com profile] lgbtfest is open for prompt-claiming, and I am having to resist very hard and not claiming... well, lots. I especially love the Harry Potter ones, becuse they twist off two identifiable nexuses (not a word I have used in the plural before): the thought that the magical world is much more socially conservative than ours, and the equally convincing thought that, well, they have magic. Rather than come out as trans, you might go to a back street for a potion as soon as you were sure it's what you wanted. I want someone to write that, actually. I'd also love someone to write about Voldemort's persecution of queer people and how that intersected with issues of birth, and oh, queer issues in the Potterverse generally.

In other other news, a brief vid rec (unlike me, I know): How Much Is That Geisha In The Window, a really gorgeous, savage indictment of the invisible Asians in Firefly. I don't entirely agree with the thesis, but the vid is stunning and very smart.

In other other other news, Small Cat just woke up and looked at me in a disapproving fashion. Back to equity and trusts. One day I will understand the law. Today is not that day.
raven: (girl!doctor - empires toppling)
It was an unsettled night. At seven am I woke up after a violent nightmare involving someone moving into the Mousehole with a snake. (I am, as previously noted, severely ophidiophobic.) I remember quite clearly telling [livejournal.com profile] chiasmata that it wasn't poisonous, it was a kingsnake, and its coloration pattern is in a different order from venomous coral snakes. (Wikipedia, with images turned off, tells me that this is absolutely true [note for other phobics: there is probably a picture of a kingsnake on that page]. Once again I am amazed by my dream-self's capacity for perfect trivia recall. So I wandered around the house, read some of dreadful Germaine Greer and her dreadful book, and went back to sleep.

And woke up again at one in the afternoon, when [livejournal.com profile] shimgray decided I would probably sleep until Doomsday unless he intervened. In my defence, I was awake at 3.42am - because that's when I finished my [livejournal.com profile] yuletide. It has been sent off for beta, and I'm pleased. Not just with it, but in general, because here is December, and I was all ready to just opt out of the fannish round-up memes this year, because I have been so staggeringly unprolific. But! What I wrote this year:

Changes in Sea Level, TOS, 1000 words;
Autochthony, TOS, 10,000 words;
interlude, Slings & Arrows ficlet, 400 words;
things fall apart, Doctor Who, 500 words;
Dirty Witch Doctors, HP, 645 words, co-written.

And also, thirteen photographs (the via crucis remix), 4500 words for Remix, and my 6000 words of Yuletide.

So, a total of about 22,500, which is about two thirds of what I usually do, and, well, for a year which had both my Finals and six months of clinical depression in it, I figure that's not so bad. And, well, I'm not much with the writing-when-I-don't-want-to, but it is pretty much the only hobby I've consistently stuck to for a decade, so I ought to keep track. (Ye gods, 2009 - it really is ten years of writing fiction, isn't it? I seem to remember trying to write a novel when I was twelve, which was 1999. Oh dear.)

I also have two half-finished stories on my hard drive - well, at any given moment I have hundreds of half-finished stories on my hard drive, but these two are of note because I fully intend to finish them. One is Merlin/Arthur, a short and not very happy love story, and the other is a gen HP story about Hermione keeping Remus's books in trust for Teddy. I like both of them, and they might see the light of day, er, sometime.

And, one other thing. Whilst writing 6000 words in two days is a bad thing - seriously, children, do not do as I have done, especially when you have exams in January - it is fun. Yeah, writing is fun. Sitting up to all hours of the night crafting something is one of my favourite things to do. This was a plot-driven story, rather than character, which made me worry about it: I'm worried it has no heart to it, it's just, stuff happened. But the process is the fun part, and I guess, well, I'm not an artist, I don't do crafts or hobbies, I don't do very much other than law, except this. I fangirl! I write! I am entirely socially unacceptable! It's awesome!
raven: (hp - remus in light)
So, I am totally doing mispresentation and duress in contract, and not watching Merlin, and not getting ready for the baby lawyers' Christmas ball, and definitely not co-writing fic with [livejournal.com profile] forthwritten.

Fic:: Dirty Witch Doctors (four reasons Kingsley Shacklebolt is glad to wear purple robes, and one reason he’s not)
by [livejournal.com profile] forthwritten and [livejournal.com profile] loneraven
PG, gen, Harry Potter.

four reasons... )
raven: (girl!doctor - my doctor)
I really don't like Sundays. Especially the Sunday before I have to resit my driving theory test. Groan. Anyway, the first of the prompt fics.

[livejournal.com profile] thunderemerald wanted spoilery for DH )

now is the winter of our discontent, HP, gen.

Read more... )

[livejournal.com profile] insaneizzi wanted girl!Doctor/Jamie, which I can't oblige with because I've never seen any Jamie eps, but [livejournal.com profile] dressedindeath wanted just girl!Doctor. This is a piece I have had flying around for a while, but I've never been able to finish.

Read more... )

More to come.
raven: (hp - remus at the window)
Last night, I was reading through all the HP response posts, and came across this one of [livejournal.com profile] a_t_rain's, where she demands fic about spoilers for DH )

In the twelve hours since I finished the book, I seem to have written it.

Fic:: Alive On Air
by Raven
PG, gen. Remus, Lee Jordan, Kingsley and the twins. Spoilers for Deathly Hallows.

Read more... )

ps. does anyone know which would be the best communities to post this to? It's unlike my usual stuff, so I don't know.
raven: (hp - remus at the window)
Okay, what follows under the cut is not a review of Harry Potter. It is, however, massively spoilery, and I think anyone who has both a) read the book and b) known me for any length of time, will know what it's about.

MASSIVELY, MASSIVELY SPOILERY )

So this is me raising a late-night toast - to Harry Potter, and the stories, characters and friends I've met through him, and to ten years of my life. Cheers.
raven: (hp - tonks puff)
This Friday night at half past nine, I am going to dress up in my gown and witch's hat, host a barbecue, hand out drinks, take pictures for the Southport Visiter and then be responsible for a hundred and eighty people getting their copies of Deathly Hallows.

And? I get paid for this. I love my job.

Well, no, I don't get paid - my three hours' work will just about pay for my book. But it's the principle of the thing. Before that, unfortunately, comes the hard work. Today was spent alphabetising most of those hundred and eighty people, dealing with the last minute pre-orders and serving the few customers left in the world who, indeed, want other books. But I still love my job, because, hey, selling books, and every time I come back I'm reminded of how much I believe in the glorious ideal of an independent bookshop. There's a cartoon in today's Metro about the Asda/Bloomsbury fiasco with the caption "...and everyone lived happily ever after, except small bookshops." Cue wry laughter, because it's only funny 'cause it's true. The shop is still making no money, and honestly, it needs to sell those hundred and eighty books at full price. The discount we're doing isn't much, but creative - £15, and a quid off the next seven books you buy. More than the shop can really afford, but the whole event is designed to stop them running off to Tesco's, so we're going with the flow.

Anyway, more pleasant things! A new Harry Potter book does, of course, bring the geeks out of the woodwork - I was flirted with by a sweet indie boy who shamefacedly asked if he could pick up ten copies for all his friends - as well as small children who've heroicially got through the first six just recently. (My favourite of the HP contingent was an old lady who asked me to find a particular name in the notebook I keep the pre-orders in, and then gave me a handful of cash so I'd mark it as paid. "Tell her Grandma's taken care of it," she said, and disappeared.)

We also had a visit from one of my favourite customers today, a retired local doctor. The first thing he did was to park his elderly mother and her wheelchair right in the middle of the space - "She's ninety! Everyone else can get out of her way!" - and then gasp in surprise at seeing me after such a long time. Last time I saw him, I said, he was trying to buy a book when he couldn't remember the title.

"Yes!" he said cheerfully. "All I knew was something and someone's relative. The Assasin's Boyfriend. No, The Time Traveler's Wife."

"Was it the right book?" asked his mother.

"Right book," I said. "Wrong universe, maybe."

Delighted at this suggestion, he chortled his way out. There are lots of customers that I'm fond of, but he's near the top of the list. He wears Descartes T-shirts, which would dispose me favourably towards anyone.

Anyway! I am getting distracted. This seems a good a place as any to set out my Harry Potter spoiler policy, which is as follows: don't spoil me. Simple as, and thanks, everyone, for having used cuts so scrupulously until now. I'm usually not fussed about spoilers, but this time it matters to me that I stay unspoiled. And as this is the last Harry Potter book, this'll be the last time I'm ever worried about them.

Right. I'm going to be away for a couple of days - I'm going to London tomorrow for the BBC Power to the People aftershow party, and I'll be back on Friday afternoon, at which point there are barbecues and local newspapers and Harry Potter will take over my life. So I guess I'll be absent for a wee bit, but before I go, I should say: I've decided to go ahead with both the Slings & Arrows and Altered Mental States ficathons. I'll open sign-ups for both of them after the weekend, once we've got back all the people who are holed up somewhere reading Deathly Hallows. See y'all on the flipside.

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