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Walking back from Marks & Spencer (I know, I know, but I am lazy and their prepared meals are good) I saw a couple of window-dressers deep in (to me) silent, pantomime conversation. One of them was gesturing emphatically with a severed mannequin arm. She actually tapped her companion with it, on the shoulder, like she was knighting him. I never get to knight people with severed mannequin arms. *pouts*

Also, I seem to be writing Rodney/Teyla fic. I blame it on monanotlisa's icon. Just, if I start writing sentences about "dusky nipples" or "tawny thighs"*--shoot me? Please?

Oh, who am I kidding? I'm totally having fun with it. It's completely improbable, which is why it's so awesome. And it's reminding me why I miss the Jossverse, because while the Stargate people seem (from what I've seen/heard/randomly gleaned) rather conservative with their couplings, Buffy would have totally gone there. It would have gone anywhere. Well, shy of full-out boy-lovin', but still. Happy times.

ETA: And speaking of fic, for those who might have missed it, I (semi-)recently posted a couple of stories over at sga_flashfic.

For the Buildings and Food Challenge: Coming Soon to a Galaxy Near You!

For the Debriefing Challenge: Magic Marker

Both McKay/Sheppard, both varying degrees of silly. Because this fandom is crack.



*Much to my shame, this is a phrase I actually use in The Novel. Twice, even, I think. There might also be a mention of "milky thighs" in there somewhere. Not in reference to the same character, though--I'm clichéd, not inconsistent.

...for those who were wondering about this, I finished my novel! (Requisite "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!") I spent all of yesterday afternoon printing it out (seriously! It took five hours! I hate our crappy printer!) and last night and this morning re-reading it for the first time. And I'm pleased to report: I don't hate it! Hurrah!

I'm going to show it to my mom once I've fixed the most glaring typos, and then I think I'll feel okay letting other people read it. But until then:

Things I learned whilst re-reading that publishing sensation-to-be, The Chambers of the Sea

-If you use the phrase "with an expression of intent concentration on her face" three times within 100 pages, people will notice.

-Girls in fake beards are hot. My current reading of War and Peace confirms this. I wrote my "girls in fake beards" scene long before I read his, but I'm glad Tolstoy and I are in agreement on this point.

-Extended jokes in Dutch are funny. Even if you don't speak Dutch.

-Sure, footnoted e-mails sound fun in concept, but have you tried formatting them lately?

-I write lyrics that would shame David Brent.

-All my characters sound kinda like me. Which means they all sound kinda like characters on Buffy.

-Voyeurism! Yay!

-If you put down the last page of your novel and think, with an impossibly wide grin on your face, "This ending is gonna make people cry!", you might want to look into revising your moral code.

And for those of you who like stats (IOW, me):

Total number of words: 118,454
Total number of pages (my computer): 443
Total number of pages (brother's computer): 424
Date started: December ? (7th, maybe?)
Date completed: June 22

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed in seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
T.S. Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"

A man dreams of leaving
But he always stays behind
U2, "Lemon"

I'm feeling very McSweeney's today. I'm writing a section of Chambers that's all e-mails and I thought, "You know what would be better than e-mails? E-mails with footnotes!" Here's my favorite bit, which also illustrates my mad art skillz:

( Read more... )

Well, I amuse myself, and that's what's important, right?

I'm up to 99,821 words, 386 pages. ETA2: 100,763 words. Fuck, yeah. On the one hand, yay. On the other hand...OH MY GOD, THIS BOOK IS NEVER GOING TO END!

So last night I got almost no schoolwork done. I didn't read the book I was supposed to read, I didn't watch the movie I was supposed to watch. But...I finished the third section of my novel! And started the fourth! Yay! No more epistolary crap! ...Well, not until part 6, anyway.

This sucker's getting long. 64,359 words, 247 pages. And I'm only a third done! This is going to need a major edit, yo.

Lately I've been frustrated by what a solitary pursuit writing is: you do something clever (or maybe I should say "clever") and there's no one there to say, "Dude, that's clever." So here's my favorite bit of what I wrote last night.

( The X-Files, Keats, and Crystal Pepsi )

Um, you're allowed to say, "Dude, that's dorky," too. That may be more appropriate.

Now I'm off (hopefully) to have yummy buckwheat pancakes with my Godmother. When I return, I shall do work. Probably.