At least the scarecrow had straw

[trinityofone]

I suck. Like, a lot. I know I owe people comments and e-mails (blueandomlettes! God, I am so sorry); I also have three essays due increasingly soon, and all I have managed are crappy, not-even-outlines for two of them. But my brain is mush. Babyfood. Strained beets.

Some things that have managed to make me happy? Well, over at artword, the current challenge for artists is based on my fic Realm of Dryads, and slodwick and tardis80 have already made gorgeous posters/covers which you can see here and here. Guh. They're both amazingly-shivery-good. (Plus, the current artword challenge for writers is awesome, too. If I ever get my brain back, I must work on the little kernel of an idea I have for it.)

Also, cynicatlantis made this fabulous little comic that combines two of my favorite things and is adorable to boot. *happy sigh* I think I'll be clicking back to that a lot today.

Finally, because I seriously doubt that I will get anything useful done today, and because I've been boring-as-hell lately (I like to think that I'm boring when I don't post, and not the other way around. No need to shatter my illusions, mmkay?), I figure I'll offer to do comment drabbles again. Comment with a prompt, and I'll write you a drabble. Eventually. (Hey, I did ALL of them last time! I totally win!) And, er, I'm gonna limit it to SGA this time, 'cause I don't really feel like writing anything else.

Now back to pondering boysex...er, "The Rape of the Lock" and Joycean epiphanies.

Comments

[niennah.livejournal.com]

I've been reading these, and they're beautiful. I love the way you can find so much in so few words.

I don't know if you're still writing, but if you are, then I'd love to see what you'd make of this verse of Nightswimming:

Nightswimming, remembering that night
September’s coming soon
I’m pining for the moon
And what if there were two
Side by side in orbit
Around the fairest sun?
That bright, tight forever drum
Could not describe nightswimming

Angular Momentum

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

In another life: Mizar and Alcor grow up together in Atlantis. They swim off its docks, stars and moon bright above their heads. They run its halls until they are too old, and then they stride them, the Lanteans’ best hope for the future.

When Alcor is killed in the fight against the Wraith, Mizar at first thinks that he, too, will die. But he does not. He asks, What would Alcor do? and he makes himself stronger.

He Ascends.

He waits. For years he waits, orbiting.

When he feels that pull, he falls to Earth like a shooting star.

Re: Angular Momentum

[niennah.livejournal.com]

Oh yes! I love this! I love the idea that John has been in Atlantis before and has the strength to do exactly as you describe.

Beautifully done. :)

Re: Angular Momentum

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I really liked your prompt. Apparently, in my mind, "Nightswimming" = binary stars. *shrug*

The only problem is now I want to do some sort of crazy John's-a-Descended-Ancient-and-also-reincarnation-yay! fic. I need to be stopped!

Re: Angular Momentum

[niennah.livejournal.com]

I totally read "rein carnation" there. I was like, wtf is that a reference to? The use of flora as beasts of burden??

But now I understand.

Hey, all I can say is go with your instincts! I so very much love that concept.

Re: Angular Momentum

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

*growls* Stupid LJ formatting...

Also, *sigh* I've added it to my list of "someday please let me have time for this PLEASE." Because there's been, what, ONE John's-an-Ancient story? We need more! And more stories with characters named after stars, too.

Re: Angular Momentum

[springwoof.livejournal.com]

No! Don't Stop!

That's a fabulous idea.

Do it! Do it! Doitdoitdoit!

::big doggie eyes::

waggy wags, springwoof