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Apr. 19th, 2009 11:25 pm
auntiemeesh: (tookie)
I've had my Merlin fic open in front of me pretty much all day and managed to write maybe fifty words. And that's a generous estimate. It's the last section, the home stretch as it were, but I seem to have developed some sort of mental writer's cramp. I know what I want to do, I just can't do it. I did, however, fine tune what I already had, to make it fall more in line with what I want. So that's something, I guess.

My long and boring day, with some sports and entertainment thrown in for good measure )

And now it's midnight, I should go to bed so that I can let Tookie poke at me in a prone position.
auntiemeesh: (arthur)
The downside to having wireless and using the laptop in bed is that now that I'm all cozy in bed, I want to sleep. The plan was to write. And I have. Two whole paragraphs. Arthur is being stubborn, though. He doesn't want to be grumpy and irritable. He wants to be angsty and sad. I have no use (at the moment) for a sad, angsty Arthur. I need him grumpy and irritable. It all makes my head ache, just a little (or okay, that might just be a leftover from all the crying kids and hours in the sun and reading in the dark and spring allergies and god knows what all).
auntiemeesh: (merlin)
I managed to push through my serious aversion to section five and got it down. Only two more to go, a bit of polishing, and I'm actually going to have fic to post. I'm a little excited by the novelty of this.

I had a three hour break from the writing for purposes of babysitting this afternoon, and got a nice walk out of it as a bonus. Took the baby to the playground where he toddled about and explored a climber (with me about three hairs-breadth behind him). Barely ten minutes in, however, I noticed the sky turning an ominous shade of black and strapped baby back into the stroller for the fifteen minute walk back to the house. We didn't end up getting anything like a real storm, but it got pretty windy for a while and did rain a bit. Played with the baby and the dog for a couple of hours and when it was time for me to go home, he cried. Between him and baby girl snuggling up in my arms very trustingly last night, I'm feeling very well loved for a childless spinster-type.
auntiemeesh: (10th who)
Tonight was a Doctor Who night. The Hand of Fear came (Fourth Doctor, Sarah Jane) came up in the rotation on my Netflix queue. More details )

The next Who on my list is moving backwards, to The Brain of Morbius. But tomorrow I should get the first couple discs of Sports Night. Always something different popping up.

On a totally different topic, I was moderately fic-productive tonight. I wrote just over 1500 words, which is half again what it took me all the previous month to write, so maybe I'm getting back into the flow of this writing thing. Yay!
auntiemeesh: (Default)
I wish the actual writing of fic was as easy as the writing of thoughts about the fic. I've got several pages of notes, ideas about environment, societal information about the off-world aliens, power relationships, etc. What I'm still lacking is more than a mere glimmering of a plot, sadly. And then actually sitting down and being disciplined enough to actually write the story itself.

Still, this is more than I've had in a very, very, very long time, so I'll go with it. Maybe I'll actually get fic written before all is said and done, and that would be a wonderful thing. I really miss writing. A lot. More than a lot, actually. It's too bad that the only thing I'm even marginally successful at writing is hobbit-fic, since I've pretty much moved on from my interest in writing hobbit fic. It was just so easy to write, and nothing else has been, since then. *sigh*

Anyway, I'm not giving up! Now that I've got a little momentum with this SGA whatever it is that I'm working on, I'm not going to stop.
auntiemeesh: (out of gas)
Well, I've got a chapter of Troll Slayer off being betaed tonight, so I suppose today was not entirely unproductive. I also broke out the crockpot and made some lentil stew (enough to feed a small country for a week). It's not bad, but I think I need to adjust the recipe before I make it again. Now if only I could identify what needs to be changed... *shakes head at self's culinary cluelessness*

Apropos of nothing )

Ten things meme )
auntiemeesh: (out of gas)
I seem to be in a bit of a writing slump these days. I've spent the past two or three weeks working on the next chapter of Troll Slayer and nothing worth reading is coming out of me. So I apologize for the delay. It will get written eventually. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe next weekend. But definitely someday. In the meantime I'm going to go watch some Farscape and wait for my brain to resume functioning.
auntiemeesh: (book - danachan)
Well, the writing of Charlie!fic is clearly going to have to wait until another day. I've got a big fat two paragraphs of nothing.

Oh no! Another whiney post about the horrors of html! )

Lost diary

Feb. 19th, 2005 02:53 pm
auntiemeesh: (charlie)
I'm thinking about a Charlie fic today and I wandered over the official Lost site at I wanted to know exactly how long he's been clean and the diary over there is the best way I've found to keep track of days.

That diary is getting pretty interesting in and of itself. Everyone has weird secrets, apparently, even the anonymous writer of the diary. Will we ever see her in the show? Trust TPTB to make even that little feature interesting. Here's the link if anyone hasn't seen it and is interested.

Now I'm off to do a little writing. Probably a very little writing, if my current mood is any indication, but I want to try to get something done, at any rate.

Peace, y'all!
auntiemeesh: (home - dana)
Gah! I give up. I've spent all afternoon trying to write something for the [ profile] hobbit_ficathon challenge, and I give up. I've got nothing. I did have an idea and was all set to give it a go when I realized it didn't actually involve any hobbits, being more of an Eowyn fic.

I do have one thing that I wrote a good bit of, but it's already four pages long and it's just barely started. This is how I get myself into trouble. I'm going to take a break and come back to it in a day or two, try to come up with a fresh idea. Maybe I'll be able to post something even if it is a few days late. I should just get rid of the time limit on the challenge anyway. It would probably be easier for everyone that way. Grrr! I hate being blocked.

auntiemeesh: (merry and pip)
Argghh! Writer's block is evil! Evil I say, evil!

Oi! I think I'm going to let someone ghost write the rest of 'Courage.' Either that or go back to the plan I had this morning and kill off all the characters. I actually wrote it out and posted it, but took it down again almost immediately. It was quite funny. Aragorn had to amputate Pippin's leg due to an infected wound he'd somehow forgotten about, which had turned gangrenous. The amputation went dreadfully awry and poor Pippin died of blood loss. Then Merry, in shock and needing cousin comfort, went to see Sam and Frodo only to find that they had accidently been given far too strong a sleep medicine, by Aragorn, and their hearts had stopped. In a towering rage, Merry confronted Aragorn. "Hello. My name is Merry Brandybuck. You killed my cousins. Prepare to die." He killed Aragorn (who was huddled up on the floor in shock that he'd let Pip die) and then the guards killed Merry.

See, at this point a ghost writer is probably a pretty good idea. Although, hm, filling the chapter up with random movie lines, appropriately altered of course, might work just as well. Do you think anyone would notice?
auntiemeesh: (merry)
So, I'm coming up on fifty reviews of "Courage" on Stories of Arda. (It's certainly more than that if I count all the wonderful comments you folks have left here.) It seems sort of like a six-month anniversary. It's not huge, but it's nice nonetheless.

Thoughts about reviewing )

I should also be writing a challenge story but I don't seem able to make much progress this month. [ profile] marigoldg always manages to find a starter that makes me crazy. Usually I have a handle on things this close to the deadline but I still don't have any idea what to write. Argghhh!
auntiemeesh: (merry and pip)
Rant! Rant! Rant! There. I feel better now. Well, not really, but it's as good as it's gonna get. I'm working on chapter nine and all sorts of problems are cropping up based on bone-headed things I did in previous chapters that I now have to work around while still trying to maintain book canon as much as possible. Argghhh! I need a massage. And I decided to go with hot chocolate instead of tea this evening. It just isn't working as well.

Anyway, enough procrastinating. *squares shoulders and dives back into the fray*
auntiemeesh: (merry)
I was making a cup of tea and pondering deep thoughts, as I do occasionally. I was thinking about a very old episode of Sliders, in which the gang found themselves in a reality in which teachers (or researchers or something like that -- it's been a long time since I watched that show) took the place of athletes and actors as very famous and well-paid celebrities. Then I began applying that to my life.

If teachers were celebrities instead of actors, well, I'm assuming that college professors would be the equivalent of the big A-list stars. Then you have elementary and secondary teachers who would be possibly off-broadway but not bad. Then preschool would be off-off-broadway. Infant-toddler programs (my level) would then be somewhere along the lines of community theater. You still get some good acting, but nobody outside the small community has ever heard of you. It seems I couldn't get fame and fortune even if teachers were celebrities. Drat!

I've set myself the task of working on chapter nine tonight.

The sad truth of how easily I'm distracted )
auntiemeesh: (merry and pip)
I have so many ideas swirling around in my brain tonight. I'm finding it hard to order everything and concentrate on the task at hand. I'm working on chapter eight of 'Courage' but at the same time, I can feel a burning desire to work on the companion piece that is begging to be written. Of course, there are two other fics (Farscape fandom) that are also begging to be worked on.

The only solution to this dilemma, as far as I can see, is to twin myself. Several times. I could then delegate each of my selves one fic to work on and maybe be able to concentrate for once.

That not being an option, I should get back to work. Chapter eight is more about Pippin's recovery than Merry. Maybe the influence of the PippinHealers group is making itself


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