fairjennet: Text only. "In the beginning, there was nothing, which exploded." (Default)
Written for the [livejournal.com profile] stargateland "Off the Clock Challenge."
Also, I don't own any television shows, which might have something to do with why I'm not making any money. /disclaimer

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fairjennet: Text only. "In the beginning, there was nothing, which exploded." (writeme)
I was feeling all pouty because I didn't sign up for the current round of that rp game I played a couple of weeks ago. Deciding not to play was wise, because I really wouldn't have been able to participate much at all--but being wise kind of sucks.

So, I just did something really stupid.

I signed up for [livejournal.com profile] 100k_supernova. I've been staring at the sign up form every day for a week now, and tonight I just broke. I mean, I really, really want to write this story, and this will give me the pressure of a deadline to make me actually get off my lazy ass and write it, but 100k is awfully big.

I can write 100,000 words by next March, right?

Right?

Day 5

Jun. 4th, 2011 07:29 pm
fairjennet: Text only. "In the beginning, there was nothing, which exploded." (corrigan3)
This is the mostly gen beginning of a completely self-indulgent AMTDI fic. It exists purely for the slashy setup. I mean, this is so self-indulgent that instead of using the nameless marine in "Suspicion," I stuck Sgt. Markham on the team just because I think he's adorable. This thing is probably going to be looooong, but I'm posting the beginning for day 5 of the [livejournal.com profile] stargateland theme week challenge. (Also, I blame Mafia.)

Title: Fascinating
Disclaimer: Nope, really, really not mine.
Prompt: 24- SGA, Corrigan (the anthropologist from 'Suspicion'), fascinating

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fairjennet: Text only. "In the beginning, there was nothing, which exploded." (adjective)
There's this theme week thing going on over at the [livejournal.com profile] stargateland community, so I'll be posting a few things here over the next couple of days. This is where I'm putting my responses to the day 1 prompts.

Prompt: 31-SGA, Teyla, meditation

4 icons )

Teyla drabble )

Prompt: 01--SGA, John/Rodney, movie night
Sheppard drabble )
fairjennet: Text only. "In the beginning, there was nothing, which exploded." (death ray)
I started to write this one for the [livejournal.com profile] sg1_five_things charity prompt, but then I completely failed to meet the deadline (didn't come up with the explanation for 3 and 4 until last night, and then had to tweak the whole thing cause the rhythm was off). That sucked, cause, you know, charity, but at least I finished it eventually. Also? Not mine, just playing.

Vala )
fairjennet: Text only. "In the beginning, there was nothing, which exploded." (team sg-1)
I wrote something else! You guys, this is so weird. I don't even like how this turned out, and yet it's not making me nervous to post it.
5 things )
fairjennet: Text only. "In the beginning, there was nothing, which exploded." (team sg-1)
Hold the phone, guys. I have a shiny new fandom, and I’m actually writing stuff for it. \o/

Title: Interview With the Gatekeeper
Author: fairjennet
Fandom: SG-1
Characters: Walter Harriman, Teal’c
Notes: Written for the [livejournal.com profile] stargateland “Anywhere But Here” challenge. Unbetaed.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just playing.
Summary: Walter only thinks he gets along with stoic aliens.

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fairjennet: A Pre-Raphaelite painting of Ophelia about to drown. Thought bubble says, "Hamlet will be sorry when I'm dead." (Hamlet will be sorry when)
Dear Muses,
Alright, bitches,
O magnificent incarnations of inspiration,
get your pretty asses over here in my brain rightthefuckNAOW.
why have you forsaken me?
It's not like I don't get your whole attention whore thing.
I've worshiped at your altar for years now.
Remember all those cigarettes I lit and then forgot to smoke while writing? Those were for you.
Clouds of incense have I offered to your glory.
Eyestrain, writers cramp, non-anniversary buttsmex, what more do you want?
Please look down upon your devoted handmaid.
Plot. Like yesterday. KTHNXBAI
If it's not too much trouble, some inspiration would be really nice.
Or no more nicotine or vicarious emo crap dedicated to you. SRSLY
Love you,
Me

Weird.

Aug. 10th, 2009 03:08 am
fairjennet: Text only. "In the beginning, there was nothing, which exploded." (greenwood king)
Why is it so much easier to write dialog for a bazillion gillion year old goddess than it is to write dialog for a 20 year old male? It makes no sense.


word count )

Maybe because boys are weird.

Edit:
Dear LJ Spellcheck,
Stop screwing with my head. It's dialogue, darn it, not dialog. Don't give me that crap about British vs. American English.
Yeah,
Me

Also

Aug. 6th, 2009 02:45 am
fairjennet: Text only. "In the beginning, there was nothing, which exploded." (plotbunny)
Yeah, harder than I thought it might be to keep up with the word count thing.


3108 / 50000 words. 6% done!
fairjennet: Text only. "In the beginning, there was nothing, which exploded." (plotbunny)
So, I've been wanting to participate in NaNoWrimo for years. I've never managed to do it, and not just because I suck at follow through. November is renfaire month. That time of year is all about working fifteen hours a day, being intensely social, and then falling into the bed exhausted every night--not exactly the best time to try to write a novel. So yeah, can't do it.

But I really, really want to try the whole structured, word count, goal thing. I think it'll be good for me. If you know me at all, you know I'm one of those people who never, ever, ever finishes a project. So, yeah, goals. Finishing stuff. I'm going to try to do that.

So here's the plan: my own personal nano project will be 1667 words a day on my days off for the next two months. That may or may not be 50000 words (much too lazy to go find a calendar right now), but it's about right. I post the word count here to keep me honest, and then promise only to whine about writing behind a cut. And that's it. A goal. Yay me.



1996 / 50000 words. 4% done!
fairjennet: Text only. "In the beginning, there was nothing, which exploded." (i'm with the band)
I'm on a bit of a Wraeththu kick this week, in case you haven't noticed.;) Now don't fall over from the shock of this, but I actually wrote three drabbles that I'm going to post here. Yes, here. In public. Uncharacteristic of me, no?

It all belongs to Storm Constantine, not to me, but I'm having fun playing!

Terzian/Cobweb )
Flick/Seel )
Closets of Emily Child Groupies )
fairjennet: Text only. "In the beginning, there was nothing, which exploded." (Drama Queen)
...or at least finished writing this story. I feel like I've just run a triathlon. It still needs work; oh boy, does it need work, but at least the shape of it is there. This is the first time I've pushed through to the end of anything without letting myself get distracted with endless edits. I'm so proud of myself I could just sing.

It has a beginning: "Oh shut up, Mur," Orien said mildly. "I don't have time for your drama."

A middle: “Branch-charmed by earnest stars, indeed,” I gasped. That was the next line of the poem, somewhat mangled by my breath-scattered thoughts and shaking voice. “Are you trying to hypnotize me? Or just tell me that you want to go to the oak grove?”

And an end: As for the rest, well, Thiede did say I was a quick study.

An actual end! YAY.



Edit--Also, I have two Dreamwidth invite codes if anybody wants one. Just let me know.
fairjennet: Text only. "In the beginning, there was nothing, which exploded." (plotbunny)
OMG help.

I'm thinking about synchronicity, and the power of words, and sympathetic magic, and the myriad ramifications of showing rather than telling, and fringe society, and unspoken rules, and hinting at backstory, and social anxiety, and the reasons people use drugs, and runaway character tropes, and an elf with a messiah complex, and emotional artists, and pretty girls with inadequacy issues, and lucid dreaming, and costumes, and symbols, and ambiguous endings to avoid the consequences of wish-fulfillment, and how boys are visually oriented, and how to think in music, and sibling relationships, and boys and their incomprehensible philosophy mentors, and manners, and body language, and perspective, and poetry, and outcasts among outcasts, and, and, and!

There's no way I can get this all down before it vanishes. I'm terrified, elated because I think it might actually work, but absolutely terrified. My brain is going to explode.

Maybe if I take a nap?
fairjennet: Text only. "In the beginning, there was nothing, which exploded." (Default)
I thought it was about time to write something here, since I really haven't made an entry worth blinking at since March. This one probably won't be worth any vigorous eyelid movements either, but what the hey.

Let's see. Bad stuff first. Work is crappy, just like usual. There's lots of emotional roller-coaster drama and not nearly enough money. It probably seems harder because the fair season starts next month, and that makes freedom look awfully attractive compared to my whining grandmother. It's just that time of year, I guess. Spring, itchy feet, sap rising...homelessness.... Gypsy, what?

We'll be missing almost all of the fairs this year. That isn't such a big deal for me; I'm happy with the dreams in my head no matter what what our lifestyle is like, but I feel really bad for Larry and the kiddo. Larry's not a bad house husband, don't get me wrong. Still. Organizing home is my forte, not his, and he's wasting his potential being tied to the house away from people. And oh boy, the kiddo needs friends the way my houseplants need water. There are no kids for him here. None. Every time we go to the park, he has to make friends all over again. Sometimes I think I was mad to think we could live in a stable place like normal people. We're not normal at all.

What else...I have a few fandom-type things going on online. These days I'm playing a Wraeththu rp game with an original character. Shadow is all new and shiny, and he says things like, "Fuck conformity," and "Oh good, I'd hate to think you'd let just anybody cut your throat," as easily as I would say, "Please pass the butter," so that's fun. Also, I started playing Aredhel at Dreaming Spires again. I love that game even though the format isn't good for my poor psyche. I tend to edit obsessively when the roleplaying isn't done via IM, since I actually have a choice about when to hit the reply button. Oh well, I suppose all that heavy editing is good for my writing skills.

Here's a secret: after re-reading my posts over there, I've decided that I actually know how to write. It's not as good as I want it to be, but it isn't awful. I can really do it if I try hard enough. For real...um. I think.


Speaking of writing, I'm doing it again. Constantly, relentlessly writing, that's what I'm doing--both inside of fandom and out of it. I don't know why I do this to myself, not really. Trying to write something besides the usual rp and journal stuff always makes me feel like I'm hovering on the edge of a nervous breakdown. I want to write, oh, with the same results as giving birth...a miracle come from love and dreams, through pain and fear, striving at the very edge of my endurance. Pretty silly, huh? Yeah. I've got the drama queen part down pat, all right. Now all I need is the miracle.

*sigh* I meant this post to be cheerful. Oooh, I know. I read some really awesome books this month. Cassie Clare's latest book didn't suck. Finder by Emma Bull made me fall in love with Bordertown all over again, even if it did make me weep. Elsewhere by Will Shetterly is quite possibly the best book I've read all year. I'm such a sucker for troubled adolescent boys. And speaking of troubled adolescent boys...I swear, every time I re-read Swordspoint I discover something new. This time I obsessed about Michael Godwin in between squeeing over the parts I'd forgotten about Alec; there's all sorts of interesting things going on there that I'd never noticed before. Ellen Kushner is a genius.

And that is all.
fairjennet: Text only. "In the beginning, there was nothing, which exploded." (snowflake)
Whee! Christmas cards go out today. Ha! Told you I'd be lucky if they got there before Valentine's day.:P

And now, a quick Tolkien meme before I rush out to do the Christmas shopping.

meme )
Ah, procrastination is lovely.
Happy holidays!
fairjennet: Text only. "In the beginning, there was nothing, which exploded." (aredhel)
I don't own anything by Tolkien, more's the pity. Thank you [livejournal.com profile] phyncke for doing a quick read/beta for any glaring mistakes. :) It's been changed since, so any remaining mistakes are my own.

Finwenian Charm )
fairjennet: Text only. "In the beginning, there was nothing, which exploded." (totally spit on you from here)
...but hey, why not?
Here's my super secret writing journal:
Not so secret anymore journal
I've had it for about a year, but I just archived a bunch of stories there tonight to get all of the junk off of my hard drive. I find I don't care so much anymore if people read my writing. It's just silly. Besides, it's not likely that any of you have any illusions about my nonexistent genius by now. :D

Anyway, all of it is unbetaed, and most of it is friends locked. If you want to read anything really embarrassing, you'll have to friend me. It's like blackmail or something. *hee*
fairjennet: Text only. "In the beginning, there was nothing, which exploded." (aredhel)
Aredhel/Caranthir-->because I have a really stupid facination with Aredhel/any Feanorian boy, an obsession that keeps me up nights writing horribly cliched stuff.
As always, it all belongs to Tolkien. I'm just playing with his characters.

longing )

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