Slept a lot. Agreed to clip for the Many Break-ups: Candy Tears vid with
niqaeli this week. Got nearly halfway into Good Omens and was confused by how many characters other than Crowley and Aziraphale there were (seriously, I had somehow managed to convince myself it was a fanfic style epic romance with plot as a backdrop). Was first useless as a beta and then worse than useless (I told
echan her vid had a pedophile in it). Read
echan some fanfiction, including the one where Sam offers to pop Cas's cherry and makes Dean help him pick lube and condoms until Dean explodes, and the one where Cas has to take a temporary host and Chuck tells Cas that Dean will laugh his ass off.
I should go to bed soon. I'm trying to figure out how to start the story I've given the working title of Sam and Cas's Trip to Detroit. Damn it, how do I have no titles for that and like, twelve for the other one? (Seriously: Angels Don't Do Booty Calls. All's Fair in Love and the End of Days. Jimmy Novak's Happily Ever After, With Cheeseburgers. These are all titles I like and consider acceptable for THAT story. I can't find titles for anything ELSE though.)
In my head, Ruby keeps calling Crowley "the Garden snake" and Dean keeps not hearing the capital in that and wondering who the hell Crowley is that Ruby thinks he's totally fangless but capable of helping them.
grey_bard pointed out to me that back in Mystery Spot, the identity the Trickster pretends is totally Jimmy Novak's. A wife named Amelia? A job selling ad time? Okay, so he added a spare kid. But uh. FLAIL. And the thing is? The way the timeline runs on Jimmy, Castiel was probably already courting him by that late in season 3. Suddenly I am wondering if the Trickster's interest in Sam and Dean was reignited by Castiel shopping for a host.
We went to renfaire with
traykor on Saturday and now my legs hurt and I have a plot bunny about Sam and Dean hunting wyverns at faire. And I have to tell you. Dean has garb.
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I should go to bed soon. I'm trying to figure out how to start the story I've given the working title of Sam and Cas's Trip to Detroit. Damn it, how do I have no titles for that and like, twelve for the other one? (Seriously: Angels Don't Do Booty Calls. All's Fair in Love and the End of Days. Jimmy Novak's Happily Ever After, With Cheeseburgers. These are all titles I like and consider acceptable for THAT story. I can't find titles for anything ELSE though.)
In my head, Ruby keeps calling Crowley "the Garden snake" and Dean keeps not hearing the capital in that and wondering who the hell Crowley is that Ruby thinks he's totally fangless but capable of helping them.
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We went to renfaire with
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Can't. Stop. Poking. Fic.
I want to post it now! I want to hear back from a beta now! Oh my god. It's been like, six hours. I am not capable of patience when there's comment-whoring to be done. This is why I don't usually get stuff beta'd! I jones for comments and I'm like IT'S GOOD ENOUGH, WHO NEEDS BETAS ANYWAY, until, you know, the next time, when I grab like five betas to give me feedback while I'm writing to soothe the addiction.
But I think this story actually needed beta, there were parts we had to beat with a heavy rubber mallet, and I want the reassurance that I've sanded the rough edges off, because if I'm going to unexpectedly write nine thousand word stories, I feel like there's some standard to be met. I don't know what it is, other than grammar that doesn't make people spork their eyes out, but yes, I have ill-defined writing work ethic and a desire for quality control.
*twitches* MAYBE I WILL TAKE A NAP AND AFTER THAT SOMEONE WILL BE ONLINE WHO I CAN SHOW THIS STORY TO.
ETA:
aris_tgd linked me to this sinfest which encapsulates my antsiness rather well.
I want to post it now! I want to hear back from a beta now! Oh my god. It's been like, six hours. I am not capable of patience when there's comment-whoring to be done. This is why I don't usually get stuff beta'd! I jones for comments and I'm like IT'S GOOD ENOUGH, WHO NEEDS BETAS ANYWAY, until, you know, the next time, when I grab like five betas to give me feedback while I'm writing to soothe the addiction.
But I think this story actually needed beta, there were parts we had to beat with a heavy rubber mallet, and I want the reassurance that I've sanded the rough edges off, because if I'm going to unexpectedly write nine thousand word stories, I feel like there's some standard to be met. I don't know what it is, other than grammar that doesn't make people spork their eyes out, but yes, I have ill-defined writing work ethic and a desire for quality control.
*twitches* MAYBE I WILL TAKE A NAP AND AFTER THAT SOMEONE WILL BE ONLINE WHO I CAN SHOW THIS STORY TO.
ETA:
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I think I finished the White Collar fic that ate my brain! I sent it off to one of my betas who's helped me beat on it, and if certain other people who've been alphaing want to see it, they know where to find me, and then I'm going to get
dragonfly to have a look, she's not read it at all and doesn't know of my struggles with it, so her perspective should help, and then I might post it! Maybe even this weekend!
Word count's somewhere around 9400 words. At this point I amazed I got out under 10K. Seriously.
Now I'm going to get three hours sleep before I take the car in for service!
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Word count's somewhere around 9400 words. At this point I amazed I got out under 10K. Seriously.
Now I'm going to get three hours sleep before I take the car in for service!
Ugh, can I be less tired now
Feb. 8th, 2010 12:45 pmI feel like crap. I feel like I lost my weekend, and alas I didn't even lose it to sleep or I'd feel up to more right now. No, I lost my weekend to writing White Collar fic and watching Supernatural. (In other news: I appear to have actually acquired a Supernatural plotbunny I want to keep. Who knows when or if I'll write it, I have seasons 2, 3, and half of 4 and 5 to catch up on, but it amuses me.)
Writing... I'm sure you're all aware that my intended thousand-word thought experiment got away from me and is now the better part of seven thousand words. I actually culled a few hundred out of it last night because there's one section that was 1500 words, which is about three times longer than most of the other sections, and I'm trying to figure out some way to fit into the structure. There's... I've been told, of its content, that there's two pieces of plot that need to be there and one sentence which is the linchpin of the story, so it's not like I'm battling extraneous crap here. Gah. I haven't tried the 1300 word version on anyone to see if it works as well cut down, but even so that's not cut down enough. I'm wondering if there's a way to space out these pieces across--even two scenes instead of one would be better. Also, I was told it needed more snark in this section. I'm pro-snark, but I'm finding it difficult when Peter and Neal are both trying so damn hard to get through to each other, hopefully without being forced to actually say anything about anything. Clearly they should be using snark to not say what they're trying to say.
In the meantime, I still haven't written the ending. I know what piece of information needs to get transmitted to Neal and I know how that needs to get reflected back to Peter for narrative resolution, I just can't write it. Partially because I'm fucking around with the 1500 word monster scene and partially because the scene I'm in the middle of is threatening to turn into a 1500 word monster as well, if I don't figure out how to end scene and go somewhere else for the next important bit.
And I still don't have a title.
And
echan can make me shriek "Ew" repeatedly just by saying "spanking" now.
And last night I discovered the absolute, over-the-top, practically parody of itself bad epitome of the story my story was written in response to. Before I was writing about something that happened here and there, seemingly unintentionally and unthinkingly in stories I otherwise enjoyed, but whoa, this story was non-stop, all-singing, all-dancing, in your face for the entire story. Dude, some people like to play with feathers, some people need the whole damn chicken, apparently. It was hilarious. But probably only to me. From all the comments, people enjoyed it as a serious work of drama, so I think I'll respectfully refrain from naming names.
Writing... I'm sure you're all aware that my intended thousand-word thought experiment got away from me and is now the better part of seven thousand words. I actually culled a few hundred out of it last night because there's one section that was 1500 words, which is about three times longer than most of the other sections, and I'm trying to figure out some way to fit into the structure. There's... I've been told, of its content, that there's two pieces of plot that need to be there and one sentence which is the linchpin of the story, so it's not like I'm battling extraneous crap here. Gah. I haven't tried the 1300 word version on anyone to see if it works as well cut down, but even so that's not cut down enough. I'm wondering if there's a way to space out these pieces across--even two scenes instead of one would be better. Also, I was told it needed more snark in this section. I'm pro-snark, but I'm finding it difficult when Peter and Neal are both trying so damn hard to get through to each other, hopefully without being forced to actually say anything about anything. Clearly they should be using snark to not say what they're trying to say.
In the meantime, I still haven't written the ending. I know what piece of information needs to get transmitted to Neal and I know how that needs to get reflected back to Peter for narrative resolution, I just can't write it. Partially because I'm fucking around with the 1500 word monster scene and partially because the scene I'm in the middle of is threatening to turn into a 1500 word monster as well, if I don't figure out how to end scene and go somewhere else for the next important bit.
And I still don't have a title.
And
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And last night I discovered the absolute, over-the-top, practically parody of itself bad epitome of the story my story was written in response to. Before I was writing about something that happened here and there, seemingly unintentionally and unthinkingly in stories I otherwise enjoyed, but whoa, this story was non-stop, all-singing, all-dancing, in your face for the entire story. Dude, some people like to play with feathers, some people need the whole damn chicken, apparently. It was hilarious. But probably only to me. From all the comments, people enjoyed it as a serious work of drama, so I think I'll respectfully refrain from naming names.
Juls vs the vid, cont'd
May. 1st, 2009 12:44 amFIFTY SECONDS INTO ACTUAL VID BOO-YAH THAT IS EFFECTIVELY 1/3 DONE.
Dear internets: who wants to beta my COMPLETELY AWESOME Chuck vid between about 9am and 3pm Pacific tomorrow (Friday)? Leave me an email address, I'll send it sometime between like, 4 and when I go to work and hopefully have beta comments when I get home!
Dear internets: who wants to beta my COMPLETELY AWESOME Chuck vid between about 9am and 3pm Pacific tomorrow (Friday)? Leave me an email address, I'll send it sometime between like, 4 and when I go to work and hopefully have beta comments when I get home!