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Dear Author, First and foremost, thank you thank you thank you for volunteering to write for me. I will try to give you sparks for ideas, but I'm a pretty easy cookie to please, so if you had a fic you really wanted to write that doesn't quite fit with any of my suggestions, please write the fic you wanted to write. That tends to work out better for everyone in the end.

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 Last night I dreamed I was a space rock star. I had a sleek, silver space shuttle and a lovable group of misfits that I collected to make up my band. There was an androgynous J-Pop star, a German Death-Metal lady (they had a romance sub-plot), an android made of glowing blue nanobots who was trying to understand the connection between math, music, and love (guess who I had a romance sub-plot with), an adorable Latina urchin girl who was an undocumented immigrant - lots of hijinks around sneaking her aboard my shuttle, because once she was on the shuttle, it was considered inter-galactic space-space, and she couldn't be deported. Rounding out the group was my shady agent/manager, who knew how to get awesome stuff done on the cheap. He was either Kenyan or Nigerian. That confusion was a plot point for some reason, but I can't recall what the reason was.

We flew around a lot in my spiffy shuttle, though I was not a very good pilot. We caused a lot of chaos that seemed to be a problem at first, but it ended up improving people's days -- like when I crash-flew my shuttle through the space-port, which caused it to close down and give everyone a much-needed day off.

I don't recall that my space rock band ever got around to playing any music. And I have no clue why my brain decided to dream in the genre of Saturday Morning Cartoon.
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I spent a chunk of last night and all my morning lie-in-bed time trying to compose my recommendation for Netflix's Orange is the New Black. I finally gave up because the more enthusiastic I am about something, the more I lose any ability for persuasive language and just want to pound my 'this is fucking awesome' into other people's skulls.

Language. What's up with that? Where's my telepathic rail gun?

So I just want to say... Orange is the New Black. Fucking amazing. Ignore the horrible trailers. They are horrible. The actual show is brilliant in so many ways that it renders me as incoherent as if I was trying to describe all the elephant parts at once. It tackles race, class, gender, and queer issues. It explores over a dozen complicated character arcs and interweaves them brilliantly.

At its core, it breaks down the false categories of criminal and not-criminal in a way that effectively critiques our entire notion of criminality (in kind of a Black Helicopters way that doesn't flinch from looking at how terrible and inevitable and yet internally-logical the process of criminalization is. Blythe could totally write for this show). At one point late in the season, one of the (newer) guards tells an inmate that the only difference between them is that the inmate got caught. Nobody in the show is entirely horrible, and nobody in the show is entirely noble. the show manages to lay bare the flaws in our current system of incarceration in a way that doesn't come across as just liberal hand-wringing.

But most importantly, the show manages to do something I don't think I've ever seen a major media product pull off (or even attempt), and I think a large part of the success of the characters and the critique comes down to this: it uses a female gaze.

Only one of the actresses fits the Hollywood standard (the main character, which is a deliberate choice that I'll get to in a moment). The rest are all shapes, all sizes, all ages. And because of the way they are stripped down and put in the same khaki-and-grey shapeless clothes, the audience is forced to look at them as subjects rather than objects. We follow these characters through (pretty complex) arcs, and by just a few episodes in, every one of them is sexy as fuck because we're invited to encounter them as compelling, fully-rounded subjects rather than as objects that fail to meet the standards of the male gaze.

Watching this show was like my first time at WisCon.

The only hard point I had in watching this show was the main character. For several episodes, I felt like they failed with her, that she was the result of some studio exec's opinion that we needed a pretty, blonde white woman to serve as our entry into the world of the show.

I was wrong. Stick with her. Her character arc is such a surprise, and so worth it by the time you get to the end of the first season.

So... yeah. That's my spoiler-free, probably completely unpersuasive pitch for why everyone needs to watch this show, and why it should win all the Emmys ever handed out, and why it can teach us all a lot about writing complex, compelling characters.

Cheers!

Alyc
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A caveat: I am a strong believer in the necessity of the presumption of innocence. However, I have recently witnessed first-hand how in some cases, the presumption of innocence spurs a criminalization of the victim. This needs to stop.

As some of you know, I just got off jury duty for a several-weeks-long domestic violence case. The defendant was a white, middle-aged professional male. The victim was a Chinese woman who was married to another man, but had carried on a long term relationship with the defendant. She was not a 'good' victim. She was problematic, as pretty much every woman who isn't a nun would be (and I'm thinking nuns might not get a pass, either).

The defense's argument basically boiled down to: 1. Bitches be crazy. 2. Asian bitches be doubly crazy. 3. Women just have sex with men for their money, and 4. Women make false accusations of abuse and rape all the time.

I had to sit there for three days and watch defense tear this woman apart, cast her every life choice in the worst possible light, and basically do their best to prove that she was the 'sort' of woman who deserved what she got... and the sort of woman who would self-inflict strangulation wounds and make it all up to destroy a man's life, anyways.

It was horrific. It made me reconsider whether I would want to come forward as a victim and put myself through that hell if I was ever raped or assaulted (I would, but I recognize how it would in some ways be worse than any original assault or rape, to be dissected like that). This is how women and PoC victims are often treated. If the defendant is presumed innocent, well then, the victim must be the criminal.

The case I served on went on for much longer than the judge expected, and because of pre-existing travel plans, I was dismissed on the first day of deliberations. I had to sit through that whole trial, and I couldn't even stay to render my opinion.

The rest of the jury and my alternate acquitted the defendant on all major counts, and were hung on three reduced counts (8/4 split), despite what I felt was overwhelming forensic and expert witness evidence indicating his guilt. THAT is the power of sexist and racist narratives, and that is the horrible consequences of victim-blaming.

Watching the Trayvon Martin trial with my own experiences fresh in my mind, watching the line the defense attorney was spinning... I had little doubt the jury was going to acquit Zimmerman. The same recourse to prejudicial stereotypes made it seem eerily similar to the trial I'd just sat through.

Racism and sexism are alive and well in the United States. If you think differently, get your head out of the fucking ground.
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Wow. Assignments went up quicker than I expected!

First off, thank you, oh author-mine, for volunteering to feed my id. My thoughts here are a little meandering and messy, but I hope they provide good fodder for you to use.

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It also occurs to me that I never posted the fics that I wrote for Yuletide (and the New Year's Resolution I posted after Yuletide was over).

Here they are. Two are elfporny goodness based on an old Mercedes Lackey Bard's Tale novel tie in. One is a missing episode of Community filled with Renaissance Faire shenanigans.

Death and the Dancing Girl
Fandom: Bard's Tale/Castle of Deception by Mercedes Lackey
Pairing: Naitachal/Eliathanis
Teaser: Death is no barrier to a necromancer.
Rating: Elfporny, Nec-romancey

Music and the Mad Maudlin
Fandom: Bard's Tale/Castle of Deception by Mercedes Lackey
Pairing: Naitachal/Eliathanis
Teaser: Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.
Rating: Even MOAR Elfporny, Moar nec-romancey, totally a fix-it fic

Survey of Medieval History
Fandom: Community
Pairing: Gen, all characters
Teaser: The peasants are revolting when Greendale hosts its first Renaissance Faire.
Rating: Revolting, but PG


Lore-porn

Apr. 25th, 2013 03:32 pm
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I wrote a World of Warcraft fic for an exhange, and it has now gone public. It is chock-full of Lore with a little soupçon of porn to wash it down. Read it here:

A Swatch of Red
Fandom: World of Warcraft
Pairing: Mathias Shaw/Edwin VanCleef
Teaser: It takes a long time to build a friendship, and only one betrayal to end it.
Rated: Explicit; Loretastic; Alliance Dogs
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I live above a bar. Not just a bar, but a real dive bar. I like most elements of my apartment, and even the bar doesn't bother me most of the time, but yesterday situation become untenable.

Yesterday morning when headed out to my car to drive to work, I discovered that some asshole had pried open the cover to my gas tank, removed the cap, and stuffed a white t-shirt into the hole.







Okay. Annoying.  I figured someone had just siphoned some gas, so I removed the t-shirt, bent the flange back into place so the cover would close again, and drove off.

And immediately noticed massive engine issues that had not troubled my car the previous day.

So I turned right back around and took it to the mechanic next door and asked if they could check it over. Which they did, and confirmed my suspicions that someone had probably put something in the gas tank. My completely spurious guess was beer, but it could have been anything, really.

A few hundred dollars and a fuel tank flush later... the car is running well enough, but smoking a lot. Supposedly that will tone down after a while? The mechanic was really great, though, in that he put me at the front of the queue and got the work done fast enough that I was able to get my car this morning.

But... here's what gets me. I think most people can agree that coming down to find that someone had poured beer into your gas tank would be a really shitty way to start a day/week/month. Like, hearing that, you would go 'man, that would suck if it happened to me.' So what sort of asshole do you have to be to go to some random stranger's car, turn off that feeling of 'that would suck if it happened to me' and do that to them? Like... seriously. I can sort of grok the kinds of thoughtless harm we do to people to fulfill our own needs. I was annoyed by but understood people breaking in to my car to rifle through my console looking for loose change (which has happened twice so far this year). But... this... I just don't get the sort of empathetic disconnect that would make it possible for someone to do this kind of deliberate harm. I mean... it's not like they even get to watch the result of my distress. I just... I don't get it.

But that was not my only encounter with assholery yesterday.

So I submitted a police report, knowing that there's not really anything they can do, but very gratified to know that they've now digitized that shit, so I can just go online and file the report and not have to take up anyone's time or talk to anyone.

And then I called my landlady. Now, I prefaced the conversation by saying that I understood that this wasn't her responsibility, and that I didn't think there was much she could do, but I wanted to let her know that I'd had several instances of vandalism recently, and to inform her of this one in particular. All that I asked her to do was talk to the owners of the bar downstairs and ask them to keep an eye on their patrons and try to discourage their regulars from vandalizing the cars in the lot.

She was extremely unsympathetic. At first she suggested that it might not have been people from the bar. It might have been people using the alleyway behind the apartment, because people used that alleyway. I told her that in the nine months I've been living there, I've gotten pretty familiar with the use-patterns around the building. The alleyway is used only rarely, and mostly by people walking their dogs. The bar sees pretty frequent and often belligerent traffic, and that it's very likely that it was the bar. And then I asked again if she could just talk to the owners and encourage them to discourage their patrons from this sort of activity.

THEN she started gaslighting me. She said that she hadn't received any reports of vandalism from the other tenants. I told her that I'd talked to two of the downstairs tenants, and both of them park their cars two blocks away because they've suffered vandalism before that they associate with the bar patrons. She suggested that I do the same. I told her that I am a small woman and not a burly dude like the other two tenants. I have to look out for my safety, and that does not include walking two blocks home after dark. Nor do I want to have to walk in the cold/rain, nor do I want to have to walk two blocks with groceries. And since I can never predict what night someone might decide to vandalize my car, I would have to consistently park far away. And no, I'm not willing to do that.

She remained unsympathetic, and she wouldn't agree to talk to the bar owners. I'm going to talk to them myself today, but I don't think it will have the same weight. I now wonder if the reason the other tenants didn't bother to report the previous vandalism to  her was because they figured out what I was too stupid to realize, which is that reporting it to her would only be an exercise in pointless frustration.

So... assholes abound, in a variety of flavors. And I... am looking for a new apartment.
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Edit to my anon author: I am SO sorry I never made this visible!  Please feel free to ignore everything here, since it didn't get posted until way late. Trust me, I'm so very easy to please with any of these pairings :)



Request 1 
Koltira Deathweaver/Thassarian
 
I love these guys. Any point in their relationship is fine, and you can take it from bromancy to necromancy and all shades in between. Bonus points for hot sex, angst, and/or the two of them playing Alliance/Horde animosity against itself.

I usually have a really strong squick around non-con, but in the case of Death Knights, part of the thing I LOVE about them is that they're always subject to the whispers of the Lich King (Arthas or Bolvar, doesn't matter. A benevolent mind-controller is still a mind-controller!) If you have any interest in exploring the tension between what Koltira and Thassarian feel for each other, and the demands/expectations of their Master, that would be lovely. Especially something where the boys might want to be kind/loving/romantic/consensual with each other, but the mind-control injunction to cause pain/harm/trauma/heartbreak is something that is constantly causing tension and making them act other than they would (or having to fight against it/understand).

I don't know if I articulated that very well, but those are my fuzzy thoughts.

 
Request 2 
Asric/Jadaar
 
Banter banter banter. These guys are the softer, living side of Thassarian/Koltira for me.

In this case, the whole violence/non-con thing would really not work for me, and non-con in particular would fell squicky and totally out-of-character.

Mostly, I want more banter and adventure-avoidance. However, if you want to give me backstory, or have them get dragged unwilling into an adventure, that could be a lot of fun. Basically, I see them as similar to Vladimir and Estragon from Waiting for Godot, or Rosenkrantz and Guildenstern from R&G are Dead - that is... more commenting on the world around them and only participating unwillingly. So yeah, they might be a good pairing for snapshot interactions, rather than a fully-developed story.
 
 
 
Request 3 
Any Character

Go to town. Give me the crackiest crackfic ever to crack the world. Give me fourth-wall breaking crack. Give me crossover crack. Give me sexy, well-written crack.

My only squicks are non-con. I'm not usually fond of M-Preg, but I don't think I can make any such restriction when I've just asked for crack :)
 
 
Request 4 
 
Write-in request for Matthias Shaw/Edwin VanCleef. Is that even possible? I missed the noms. ::weeps::

I love VanCleef, and I think he has a totally legitimate beef against Varian Wrynn and the nobles of Stormwind. He rebuilt their fricken city, and they didn't pay him or his workers because they're cheap assholes. Man, I want the Defias to tear that shit _DOWN._

But of course, Matthias Shaw can't let that happen. That is a recipe for epic, tragic conflict.

Bonus points for VanCleef kicking Wrynn in the junk, whether actually or symbolically.

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It's all because I forgot to bring my lunch today.

I was standing in line at my work's cafe, waiting for my grilled cheese to go with my tomato soup, when Flashdance... What a Feelin' came on.

Before I knew it, I was absently bopping my head and mouthing along.

Before the song ended, I had an overwhelming desire to watch the film again. I mentioned this to a co-worker. He pointed out that Flashdance is on Netflix. Nooooo! I thought (and said) Noooooo! It will be bad. It will be so bad. It will be [title-redacted-so-as-not-to-hurt-[livejournal.com profile] maladaptive 's-feelings] bad!

And then I thought... well... if it's really bad, I can wash away the bad with the awesomeness of The Avengers (I've been on a Loki/Thor kick recently).

And THEN I thought... I could write an Avengers/Flashdance crossover fic where the Avengers have to go undercover as Flashdance dancers for some contrived reason, dancing ridiculously over-choreographed routines that no actual stripper EVER performs! In bright costumes! To cheesy 80's tunes!!

Just... just imagine: Hulk smash! Water... SPLASH!!

::wibbles::

I... I might HAVE to do this.

I'm sorry to the world.

Let this be an object lesson. NEVER forget your lunch!
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It's all because I forgot to bring my lunch today.

I was standing in line at my work's cafe, waiting for my grilled cheese to go with my tomato soup, when Flashdance... What a Feelin' came on.

Before I knew it, I was absently bopping my head and mouthing along.

Before the song ended, I had an overwhelming desire to watch the film again. I mentioned this to a co-worker. He pointed out that Flashdance is on Netflix. Nooooo! I thought (and said) Noooooo! It will be bad. It will be so bad. It will be [title-redacted-so-as-not-to-hurt-[livejournal.com profile] maladaptive 's-feelings] bad!

And then I thought... well... if it's really bad, I can wash away the bad with the awesomeness of The Avengers (I've been on a Loki/Thor kick recently).

And THEN I thought... I could write an Avengers/Flashdance crossover fic where the Avengers have to go undercover as Flashdance dancers for some contrived reason, dancing ridiculously over-choreographed routines that no actual stripper EVER performs! In bright costumes! To cheesy 80's tunes!!

Just... just imagine: Hulk smash! Water... SPLASH!!

::wibbles::

I... I might HAVE to do this.

I'm sorry to the world.

Let this be an object lesson. NEVER forget your lunch!
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Because god knows I'd never be able to do all this if I was in a relationship. That shit takes time and energy!

I lost my document with my goals for last year, so I'm posting this year's document so I can check it/keep track. Sorry for the detail. If I don't break it down, I'll never get it done.

SMART Goals:
Finish and revise Chiaroscuro and get it out by mid-year
Resume shopping Mr. Mystic
Revise and get into submission nine stories from my current pool
Research and write first draft of next novel project (TBD)
FogCon, WisCon, ReaderCon, World Fantasy
Participate more in Codex reviewing
Work on CW2012 Anthology
Kick Butt; Take Names

Schedule
1. Finish first draft of Chiaroscuro, dammit; Update marketing/submission documents and resume shopping Mr. Mystic (Jan)
2. Revise three stories from pool for submission; start research/reading on next novel project (either Herriot-with-fairies or real-life mermaids) (Feb)
3. First revision of Chiaroscuro and send out for first reads; continue novel research/brainstorming/outlining (Mar)
4. Revise three stories from pool; Start work on next novel project (April)
5. Revise three stories from pool; work on next novel project (May)
6. Second revision of Chiaroscuro and send out for critique; draft marketing/submission documents; poke CWesters for anthology submissions (June)
7. Work on next novel project; anthology? (July)
8. Final Chiaroscuro revisions, start shopping; work on next novel project; anthology? (August)
9. Work on novel; anthology? (September)
10. Work on novel; anthology? (October)
11. Work on novel; anthology? (November)
12. Finish novel; Yuletide (December)

Pool of stories to revise:
In Death You Will Find Me
The Girl Who Married the Ocean
The Blood Carousel
The Lullaby of Allentown
The Clockwork Muse
Monkeyskin
A Song of Sixpence
The Hollow Girl, or Sam's Tale
First Contact
The Preserved Head of Jeremy Bentham
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Because god knows I'd never be able to do all this if I was in a relationship. That shit takes time and energy!

I lost my document with my goals for last year, so I'm posting this year's document so I can check it/keep track. Sorry for the detail. If I don't break it down, I'll never get it done.

SMART Goals:
Finish and revise Chiaroscuro and get it out by mid-year
Resume shopping Mr. Mystic
Revise and get into submission nine stories from my current pool
Research and write first draft of next novel project (TBD)
FogCon, WisCon, ReaderCon, World Fantasy
Participate more in Codex reviewing
Work on CW2012 Anthology
Kick Butt; Take Names

Schedule
1. Finish first draft of Chiaroscuro, dammit; Update marketing/submission documents and resume shopping Mr. Mystic (Jan)
2. Revise three stories from pool for submission; start research/reading on next novel project (either Herriot-with-fairies or real-life mermaids) (Feb)
3. First revision of Chiaroscuro and send out for first reads; continue novel research/brainstorming/outlining (Mar)
4. Revise three stories from pool; Start work on next novel project (April)
5. Revise three stories from pool; work on next novel project (May)
6. Second revision of Chiaroscuro and send out for critique; draft marketing/submission documents; poke CWesters for anthology submissions (June)
7. Work on next novel project; anthology? (July)
8. Final Chiaroscuro revisions, start shopping; work on next novel project; anthology? (August)
9. Work on novel; anthology? (September)
10. Work on novel; anthology? (October)
11. Work on novel; anthology? (November)
12. Finish novel; Yuletide (December)

Pool of stories to revise:
In Death You Will Find Me
The Girl Who Married the Ocean
The Blood Carousel
The Lullaby of Allentown
The Clockwork Muse
Monkeyskin
A Song of Sixpence
The Hollow Girl, or Sam's Tale
First Contact
The Preserved Head of Jeremy Bentham
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 Reveals are up! So now I can post links to what I wrote and talk about the process, etc.

I wasn't going to do Yuletide this year, because I really wanted to finish the first draft of Chiaroscuro, but then I saw that someone had requested fic for Castle of Deception, which is an old Bard's Tale (pc game) tie-in novel by Mercedes Lackey and Josepha Sherman. It introduces one of my longstanding favorite characters (who... may have been the template for Jessmindara Duskwalker >.> ), the Dark Elf Bard, Naitachal.

Don't judge.

So I signed up, my recipient ended up asking for just about EVERYTHING I LOVED ABOUT THOSE BOOKS, and I not only ended up writing almost 9k of fic for her, but I'm working on two sequels. Yeah... I got ravaged by a rampaging horde of plotbunnies.

If you're interested in reading plotty fix-it elfporn for a fandom you've never read (but don't _really_ need to have), feel free to check it out here:

Death and the Dancing Girl
Castle of Deception - Mercedes Lackey and Josepha Sherman
Naitachal/Eliathanis, NC-17, 8.9k words


So, I'm sitting there on December 23rd, polishing up my fic and getting antsy for Yuletide to start, and I get an email from the organizer. A pinch hit had gone out in early December for Community. I had only just finished mainlining the entire three seasons on Hulu, so I offered to write for it, but someone beat me out. Turns out, that second someone had _also_ defaulted, and could I possibly still write something?

I look at the clock. I have 24 hours, give or take. I look at my to-do list. I have Allison's novel to edit, Chia to finish, a second CoD fic I've already started, and two days off from work.

Sure! I say. Because that is the crazy Yuletide spirit. Over the next day, I proceed to write in script form an entire episode of Community. I post that to beat deadline, and I spend the 24th, right up to deadline, adding dialogue tags and action descriptions. I beat the archive opening by about 5 minutes. I accidentally call Dean Pelton 'Dean Pelham' in the first line, which I don't discover for a few days, but that was my only major 'doh~!' moment.

I'm really glad I ended up doing this, because while I love what I did for my official giftfic, I knew it was a small fandom and wouldn't get many hits beyond my recipient. The last-minute Community fic I wrote ended up being a blowout hit (thanks in large part to the size of the fandom). I got hits! I got Kudos! I got enthusiastic comments! It filled that need for acknowledgement that -- I don't care how altruistic you are -- we all crave at Yuletide.

So if you want to go read that one, you can check it out here:

Survey of Medieval History
Community
Ensemble, Gen, 6.9k words

 

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Snowed In
Rating: Explicit
Fandom: Oglaf
Relationship: Greir the Lesbian Mercenary/Snow Queen (Oglaf)
This is my second year of requesting this pairing, and my second year of winning Yuletide. The author captured everything I love about the source material. She hits that sort of good-natured bullshit-calling voice that is so very, _very_ Oglaf! Her Grier is confident, competent, and independent, and I could seriously follow her on any adventure she went on. Her Snow Queen is spot-on lovely and cheerful in the face of her loneliness, and the interactions between the two are steamy. I want to hug the final line of the fic. Always.


It Ends in a Small White Room
Rating: Teen and Up
Fandom: Pushing Daisies
Relationship: Chuck/Ned
I would say the spot-on voice for this fic is the best thing about it (and it is definitely pitch-perfect), but even that is edged out by the twisted lengths of thought the author went to in considering how rational (and unethical) science would study the Pie-maker's gifts. This is a chilling fic with an oddly-upbeat ending.


Entropy
Rating: Teen and Up
Fandom: Darkangel Trilogy – Meredith Ann Pierce
Relationship: Aeriel/Erin
My favorite little-known fandom got two excellent fics this year, both very different, but both very happy-making in their own ways. This one follows the adventures of Aeriel and Erin after the books as they gather pearlstuff, and I particularly appreciated how the author was able to capture the feeling of entropy and loss in her prose.


Sons for Every Daymonth
Rating: General Audiences
Fandom: Darkangel Trilogy – Meredith Ann Pierce
Relationship: Gen
The second of my Darkangel recs, and I have to say that although I've read these books a hundred times at least, this one caught me by surprise and made me consider an aspect I had never really thought about before. It's just a series of vignettes about the boys who each in turn became the Witch's sons, but each one is chillingly awesome in its own right.


If the Fates Allow
Rating: Teen and Up
Fandoms: The Rocketeer/Captain America
Relationship: Cliff Secord/Jenny Blake; Steve Rodgers/Peggy Carter
How have I never considered this crossover or desired this fic? This is the fic I didn't know I wanted. The author captures the patois of The Rocketeer and Captain America films so well… and now I want to go watch these two films back-to-back and dream of a shining, all-american golden soldier and his reckless and slightly madcap pilot buddy… and their two awesomely brave and just-as-heroic ladies.


No Harm Ever Came from Digging Up the Past
Rating: General Audiences
Fandoms: Bone Key – Sarah Monette, The Mummy Series
Relationships: Gen, but focuses on Evy and Claudia
Archaeology crossover FTW! Awesome ladies being Awesome! Howard Carter/Lord Carnarvon/Real-life curse of Tut's tomb! Nancy-Drew style investigations except more awesome! And by someone who clearly knows their archaeology stuff. My main sadness is that this team of lady archaeologist-adventurers isn't canon. Someone go write me canon lady archaeologists. Stat!
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On The Hobbit:

Overall, I liked it. I'm not really much of a Tolkien fan, but I don't mind that this got lengthened and split into three movies. The Silmarillion, Lost/Unfinished Tales, and Appendices stuff isn't popular or well-known enough to ever get movies of their own, but they are the glue that holds The Hobbit to the greater, grander histories of Middle Earth. I'm grateful Jackson took this opportunity to weave in stories that might otherwise never have seen the light of a projector.
 
That being said, the 3D seemed pretty pointless, the HFR made me feel like I was watching a 1990's BBC miniseries on fast-forward, and not even the hotness of Thorin and Kili could quite make up for the complete lack of female characters, which is kinda why I'm not a Tolkien fan in the first place. I mean, the only reason we even had Galadriel was because of the additions Jackson made. Okay, Tolkien. Females don't matter in your world. I get it. Let's move on (and let's not even talk about how the production company turned away PoC extras to maintain the white racial purity of Middle Earth, because it's like beating a dead dwarf pony in a Laketown barrel.)
 
I mean... seriously... they could have made half those dwarves female and/or PoC and it wouldn't have affected the narrative one bit. AND we would have been able to tell them apart. And all the purist Tolkien fans would have fallen on their own axes over the atrocity of it. Win all around. I'm only half-joking here. That would have delighted me so much if they'd actually done that.
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Thrace ([personal profile] damselfish / [livejournal.com profile] maladaptive) and I were going back and forth on who should repost this chat:


Thrace: oh. Just wanted to say I was thinking of Deja/Shan stuff earlier, and then read a story I started set in that world, and it is GORGEOUS. Pretty flawed but gorgeous and dang I don't suck (I was feeling sucky for getting meh in the middle of writing today)
and I just wanted to say that I love Deja and Shan's world. It's so lush feeling
Me: awww
girl, you don't even live in the same state as suck
Thrace: then why do I keep getting suck's mail
Me: Your writing is incandescent
Thrace: ahahaha, awww. shucks.
Me: like... I read so many people who phrase things in all the same ways, and I struggle not to do that myself... and then you come along and it's all 'my right hook is pretty too, punk!'
and I'm all:



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 At some point, I bought into the fiction that I was lazy. A slacker. There are many sources for this (parents, teachers, boyfriends, society, a pervasive protestant work ethic that tells me my main value as a human being lies in my education/job/productive output), but it all really culminates in the soul-destroying phrase I heard so often as a kid:'you're so bright, if you'd only apply yourself' -- when what they really meant was 'do the things we want you to do rather than the things that interest you, because there's little/no value in them, and you certainly can't monetize them' -- a perspective doomed to smother out any hint of brightness in another human being, if ever there was one.

This self-perception that I'm lazy remains one of the most enduring fictions I still believe about myself. I certainly spent most of November feeling this -- that I wasn't doing enough, that I was slacking off, letting myself down, wasting time, etc.


Because of NaNoWriMo, I tracked my activities for the month at a very granular level (which I don't normally do except in a very informal way), and I collated them at the end of the month. I realized something: I'm a fricken rock-star of productivity.

Here's what I did: 

Worked my normal job 40 hours/week
Wrote 33k words on Chiaroscuro
       37 hours spent writing by hand
       Roughly 37 hours spent transcribing/editing (didn't track this, but it's about a 1:1 ratio for writing/transcribing)
Did extensive developmental edits for a friend's novel (about 20 hours)
Went to dance classes (about 8 hours)
Dealt with birthday and holiday blues
Hosted a family member for a week

Only two of these activities were directly monetized (and one of those, the developmental edit, came largely because I edited the first novel on a volunteer basis -- just a friend helping out a friend). This has made only a tiny chip in my 'I am a lazy slacker' fiction, but even that is nice. For December, I'm planning to do a match for November, plus a bump-up of editing two short stories to get them out and doing the rounds, and of course writing my fanfic gift and various treats for Yuletide. Maybe I'll turn that chip into a crack.

I can do it! For I am not a slacker!
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I love how our sleeping brains try to offer us plausible explanations for real-world intrusions into our REM cycles. Like how every time I get a midnight charley-horse, I dream I've been shot in the calf.

Here's my brain's newest pitch. I swear, this guy should get a job in Hollywood.
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