Holy shit.

Feb. 16th, 2011 10:33 pm
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I just came out to my mother. And told her I've been seeing a woman.

I don't really know what else to say about that. o.o

(It went really well, just for the record.)
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In between helping my mom get the turkey stuffed and in the oven for our belated Christmas dinner (the power went out yesterday afternoon, and stayed out long enough to make roasting a turkey impractical), I've been browsing the Yuletide archive, like you do. So, have a few recs!

My Yuletide recs )
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These aren't fic, nor are they particularly about Christmas - [livejournal.com profile] butterchicken and I got into an IM drabble-battle, and I was somewhat happy with some of the results, so I decided to post them here.

first there were zombies )
and then I broke his heart )
unicorn peep show )
aliens are not like you and me )*
Merry Christmas!
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Okay, if any more of my friends would like to make passes at me, this is apparently the time to do it.
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Squee. I am going to have fun with this one.
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First of all, I'm sorry I didn't post this before - time just sort of got away from me.

That said, I am super easy. All of my requests were for fandoms and characters that I'd just be thrilled to see any fic for. If you can make the requested pairing work, great! If not, gen will make me wildly happy as well.

A couple of points on my specific requests )
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was originally written, I think, for an SB/RL FQF in 2005. I don't think I ever posted this here. I am trying to gather all my fanwriting into one place, and so I am posting this now.
The second war ended a week before Remus' birthday. )
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I'm home early from work, and it's looking like I am going exactly nowhere this weekend, because DC is in the early stages of getting pasted right across the mouth by a massive snowstorm. I know those of us in DC are wimps about snow in general, but 20-30 inches in one storm is a problem for just about anybody, right?

But my hatches are well and truly battened - I've got cigarettes and the all-important caffeine supplies to last me a couple-three days so that I don't have to go out in the yuck (some people may worry about milk and bread; I make sure my vices are well-supplied). I'm hoping the power stays on, so I can lay on the couch and write on my netbook, but I've got candles and a notebook if it comes to that. And I just finished one project and I'm chomping at the bit to start the next one, so I have plenty of inspiration to carry me through.

How's everyone else's weekend looking?
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You know what's even easier than listening to "It's great, don't change anything" crits of a story?

Listening to the ones that say "It's perfect with these tiny changes".

Structural edits are hard...
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I've been struggling with writer's block for the last week or so. After the initial burst of enthusiasm for NaNo, I fell behind at about 16,000 words and eventually had to admit that I wasn't excited enough about the project and that it was time to do something else.

Now I feel a bit like I've got my wheels spinning in the sand. I have four stories (plus a poem) out on submission, I've got another working its way through the critique process before I give it its final rewrites and send it out into the world, and I've got a novel sitting in a drawer, "waiting for the crap to drip off of it" before I try to tackle a second draft.

I've got one and a half novels outlined, one of which is ready for me to start breaking ground as soon as I can crank my lazy ass into gear and make myself do it. And I'm excited about the story, and I want to write it; so why is it so hard to get butt-in-chair and do it?

And then there's my Yuletide, for which I've got a killer first line and not much else.

Maybe I've just got the holiday blahs. I'm heading off to Houston tomorrow for Thanksgiving with the not-quite-inlaws, and going home a few weeks after that for Christmas. And I'm just off the tail end of a whole bunch of other travel, not least of which was VP.

And my total output for the year so far has been in the neighborhood of 90,000 words, which isn't bad for juggling a day job and not really getting serious about B-I-C every day until July, if you ask me.

But in the end, a whole bunch of that is just excuses. I've got the time, I've got the ideas, I just need to reapply discipline and make shit happen. Because that's the only way it ever will.
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Dear Yuletide Author,

First of all, thank you so much for whatever it is you're going to write for me. This is my first time doing Yuletide, and I'm super excited about my requests and my offered fandoms both. I'm looking forward to having a lot of fun reading and writing this year!

Secondly, I'm about as easy as they come with my requests. How easy am I? )

Once again, thank you so much in advance!
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First of all, if you've ever even thought of applying (and maybe if you haven't): apply apply apply. I've been wanting to go to VP for years and never had the guts to apply before this year, and it turned out to be one of the best experiences of my life, let alone one of the best things I've done as a writer.

I could go on about what VP is like, or what I did while I was there, or how great everyone was, but there are plenty of other rundowns that will tell you that. Instead, I want to talk about the biggest single change in myself that has come out of it so far, because I only just realized it tonight:

I am not embarrassed to write anymore.

I don't mean that I used to be embarrassed that I wrote, although I didn't tell people about it often; I found it almost physically difficult to write because I was embarrassed to be putting words on the page. Even if no one was going to read them, but especially if they were. It made me the world's worst fest participant, because it was always very hard for me to write the stories I'd signed up for; I felt ashamed the minute I sat down at the computer.

That seems to be gone now. One of the things that attracted me most to VP was something I saw about it online (unfortunately I've forgotten where): VP is a space where you can take yourself seriously as a writer. It was absolutely true, from the very first day ("We are all writers") to the conversation I had while hanging out at the airport with one of my fellow students at the end of the whole thing. A space to take myself seriously. And suddenly I don't feel so embarrassed anymore.

It's still hard to submit stories, but that's gotten easier, too; taking myself seriously means that I don't just write when I feel like it and then let it sit on my harddrive forever.

I don't know if any of this means that I'll ever be published, or anything like that. But I'm absolutely sure it has made me a better writer, and at least as long as this lack of embarrassment lasts, a little more comfortable in my own skin. And those two things alone are totally worth the price of admission.
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I'm making an effort to write every single day. Getting accepted to VP was, in a weird way, a wake-up call: Yes, you really could be a writer, maybe, but you have to actually work at it. I've always been in the habit of writing whenever inspiration struck (or when I had a deadline); this frequently translated into every day, but it also translated into picking up and dropping projects as the new shiny caught my interest. I've wanted to be a writer for as long as I can remember, but I've never really worked at it before. That's got to change.

So I (re)joined [livejournal.com profile] novel_in_90 and I'm really trying to put at least 750 words a day down on the page. They don't have to be amazing words - that's what rewriting is for. They just have to be words that make sense and move the plot along. And so far it seems to be working, if I can just stick with it. 21 days makes a habit, right?

The problem is that in a weird way I'm afraid of writing when I don't have a spark of something driving me. There's always that voice in the back of my head saying "You suck" unless I'm writing something that comes like magic and makes me feel like I'm great. Which I guess is what I have to get past.

And it's also why I'm writing this post instead of working on the novel. Because I'm typing, so it's like writing, but I don't have to do the Big Scary and actually flip to the Google Docs tab. Argh. Taking myself out back for a talking-to now.
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I seem to have committed drabble (well, a triple-drabble really) as a pinch-hitter in [livejournal.com profile] mctabby's Cats' Birthday Drabblethon. This was the first HP I've written in a really long time, and it was like putting on an old comfy t-shirt. Oh HP fandom, I missed you!
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Maine House OKs Gay Marriage Bill

Also, HB436, New Hampshire's marriage equality bill, goes back to the New Hampshire House tomorrow. Call your state representatives, New Hampshireans New Hampshirites anybody living in NH!
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MAINE MAINE MAINE

hahaha, I am never going to post anything again except joy over marriage equality successes...
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HOORAY NEW HAMPSHIRE!

The House still has to approve the Senate version (they passed their own bill last month), and then the Governor has to sign it, but that's three states in one month!
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