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I've been meaning to do this meme for some time (nicked from

last_archangel), but I wanted to fill the empty slots in my icons first. I am currently a bit stuck in the Novel -- started the fourth chapter and realised I have no idea what to do with it -- so perhaps a little fictionplay will reconnect the wires in my head? I hope so.

1. Pick one of my icons.
2. I will write you at least one sentence of something vaguely resembling fiction based on said icon (and keywords and comments).

P.S. I am faintly disturbed -- or is it amused? -- by the fact that all of my fictional relationships seem to have their roots in Remus/Tonks. I mean, first off, there's Ian Braddock, reclusive teacher, in love with cheerful, clumsy, neon-haired Tuesday Aiken; and then we have Mr Caruthers, who probably would argue that he is too old, too poor, and too dangerous for Evy (I almost want to make him say at at some point, for the in-joke hilarity of it all), plus there's this whole awkward mess in the sequel (AAAARGH) in which there is a War, and he has to go do dangerous undercover stuff probably with vampires, which makes him distance himself from Evy -- For Her Own Good!, and nearly has a nervous breakdown, and someone probably has to operate on him to remove his nobility gland or something. (Of course by this time they are married, so it's more like a cross between Half-Blood Prince and Deathly Hallows, except they don't die at the end. Or look like they died but totally didn't I mean look JKR wrote that they looked as though they were sleeping she definitely did not use the word "dead" I MEAN COME ON.)

That's not even counting that I have two-thirds of an idea for a story (mostly images and snatches) about John and Emily Lewis and how they manage their marriage and his lycanthropy...

♥ amused
♫ "reading in bed", emily haines & the soft skeleton

My computer ought to be here tomorrow afternoon! Oh dear, I'm beginning to get giddy. (Beginning? All right, I'm beginning to get excessively giddy. There is definitely literal, physical flailing going on.) I am daydreaming about it entirely too much -- when I am trying to sleep, I usually run over bits of stories in my head, and the same scenes often loop like films until I find I'm getting them right, or I find I'm wearing them a little too thin, but the last several nights, Evy's philosophical conversations with her vampire and Briony confronting Mr Caruthers in a very Briony-like manner and the bit with the motorbike and the ceilidh at the pub: these have given way to endless panoramas of typing, and sorting my music library, and playing Roller Coaster Tycoon, and just generally setting the computer to rights and making my mark on it. I run over what I need to download, and install, and wonder what my first desktop picture ought to be, and whether I should run out to the library and borrow a film I've been wanting to see for a while, or if I should be sensible and watch The Namesake or Pan's Labyrinth instead, two very favourite films which I recieved for Christmas and haven't watched yet.

I have also, with the help of UPS's package tracking system, visualised the journey my computer is travelling to me with MapQuest, which also told me approximately how many miles and hours away it was (only four, in the beginning!). Seeing the path, which is nearly straight, as highways go, was very reassuring. And then I've been shopping around for a laptop bag (more on that later; not having the best of luck thus far), and deciding about criteria for external speakers, and wondering if there's anything else I've absolutely got to purchase (good heavens, I hope not!), and my desk is cleared off and made ready... (And I've missed typing by candleabra-light!)

Things I want to do when the new computer arrives:

Completely overhaul my music library, which is a shambles, really. Songbird scrambled all of my album art, which is vexing, to be sure, but there are more complicated things to fix -- songs that need to be retagged, genres to go through and decide upon, duplicates to be deleted, live tracks and rarities that need to be consolidated somehow to calm the disorder, various songs I don't even like that ought to be deleted... When one's music library is spread over three separate computers, there tends to be a lot of muddle.
And then, there will be mixes. I have so many just a few songs and re-orderings away from being ready!
Completely renovate my LJ tags and retag old entries and... Wow. Yes. This will be an epic task.
Thrash out my not-Nano-anymore again. I haven't talked about it much, but I think about it constantly, and play with it, and look in its corners for things I might have missed. (The Ian and Tuesday story, which sometimes goes by Tuesday Skyline, is also frequently present in my mind, though I haven't mentioned it in an age -- just to reassure those of you who were fond of it.)
Catch up on some television. And I want to watch Battlestar Galactica.
Write more essay-like somethings-or-other, to do battle with some of the thoughts and concepts that have been trapped inside of my head of late.
Write more book reviews. I have been reading so many good books lately, it is positively uncanny!
WRITE. WRITE WRITE WRITE WRITE WRITE. I could do this with a notebook and pen, it is true (I have a lovely new composition book with polka dots and owls!), but for anything long, anything that's a story, I write better on a computer, because it's so much more orderly, and I become less confused. And I type faster than I write, and I compose faster than I do either of those things, and occasionally I lose sight of what I meant to say in the middle of trying to say it, which is very displeasing.
Comment on people's LJs more often!
Play a lot of Roller Coaster Tycoon. Possibly acquire The Sims.

I mean, clearly, few of these are projects that are likely to be finished in the near future, and some of them are more disciplines than anything else, but... I'm really looking forward to having things more orderly, more consolidated.

ALSO MY LAPTOP IS SUPPOSED TO BE HERE TOMORROW. (Other thing on the list of things to do: post about important things I have neglected to post about, such as Dollhouse, where I am going this summer, my general emotional state, my job, and the many fantastic books I have recently read. You may hold me to these things -- with violence, if need be.)

♥ aslkhfdlhksg computer
♫ "ashes on your eyes", deb talan

It's storming outside; I can hear the thunder rolling over the rooftops and the air even inside the boundaries of the house smells like rain--that funny heat-and-cool scent thunderstorms carry with them. I love summer thunderstorms, even when they knock the electricity out (that's sort of lovely, anyway, because we drag the candles out of their hiding places and sit and watch them flicker and it's a little bit like being in a world where there are no harsh electric lights and there's still a bit of magic alive in the corners, and the last time the electricity went out, I sat on my bed and watched a pair of candleflames dance on my dresser while the Cranberries chanted in an eerie monastaryish song in my ears and I had one of my wonder moments). I love the primal power and raw majesty of them, the clouds dark and flecked with lights and flashes, the thick warm air and cool sheets of rain. I hate to say 'sheets of rain', but that's exactly what it feels like, billowing sheets, the way sheets are when you are airing them out for the bed and the air whooshes around them.

There was a lightning flash just now. I think I will go out and stand on the porch and get rained on.

By the by -- Ian = teleporter? Somehow this is coming in a lot more clearly than anything has in a while. Lots of intruiging ideas in that direction, starting with how Tuesday manages to discover his powers in the first place. (I hate the word 'powers'. It sounds like a bad comic book, or a worse summer movie. Abilities? Cool Stuff He Can Do?)

♫ 'dante's prayer' - loreena mckennitt

I ordered a great mess of things from Amazon on Thursday, because I have Christmas money (still!) knocking about and I am typically very lazy about spending until I suddenly go and blow it all out on something. I spent a bit for earrings after Christmas, and some on Heidi's birthday present, and a cameo bracelet, and the rest has been sitting comfortably in my wallet and I finally said 'enough with that, I haven't bought music in yonks', so I did, and some books I've been wanting (v. v. cheap!!), and now I've got the delicious anticipation of parcels in the post to mix in with the delightful newness of Spring. If I had posted what I meant to when I meant to (which I didn't because I was absent most of yesterday and busy before that) I would've said something about how splendid it is to wonder which package will come first, but one already did: this morning a bubble-wrapped CD was waiting for me on the breakfast table when I tumbled out of bed and downstairs (very early, for me on a Saturday morning: nineish!): Sarah Slean's Night Bugs, which I have listened to three or four times already and am madly enamoured of. An album that starts out with a caberet-esque tune which speaks of how 'I think of Eliot when I smell the street' and brims with thematic allusions to 'Preludes' (!!!) can't be anything but good, yes? Sarah Slean is so lovely, and otherwordly; and best, she makes you feel the otherworlds, which makes for splendid writing music. Her songs have a rich sense of culture and history and a little bit of fantasy.

I really ought to be writing something--I found some

tuesday_skyline sketches in a notebook that I'd completely forgotten the writing of (one is, of course, the unending post-death-of-Neil things, which I'm sure are getting very tiresome), and I'm working out a better timeline. Originally I had Ian meeting Tuesday at the New Bedford Summerfest, which is in mid-July, and Neil is murdered the following February, but that's much too soon; there isn't enough time for strong friendships, a little bit of falling-in-love, lots of coffee shops and outdoor cafes, and superhero exploits. Knowing Neil for only six months before he died wouldn't seem right. So I've got it now that Neil dies the February of the next year, and things seem to be in shape again. (Now, if I could only get ahold of Ian's superpower--oh, and a plot! Then we'd be good, yes? By the by, did I mention that Tuesday turned out blonde? I certainly hadn't guessed it. She and Neil do look alike, then, except I don't think that Neil's got freckles. Or dyes his hair blue, you know.)

And oh, it's so lovely outdoors now; Spring is actually here, and it's wet and green and misty and there's a rich scent of growing things and rain and hope. I've been reading and gazing out at the rain from my window much of the day.

♥ gleeful
♫ 'book smart, street stupid' - sarah slean

Well, drat. I think I have realised why I am at such a standstill with my writing these days: I am writing nothing but ruddy fragments and it is on the very verge of driving me mad. My fanfiction, with the exception of The Wise and the Lovely (which took me an absurd six months to complete), consists mainly of weird vignettey bits in which people angst about life, the universe, and everything, and T.S. Eliot is usually involved. (The last isn't so much of a bad thing, I reckon.) This wouldn't be so bad if this were not also what anything I happen to do with any of my novels seems to turn out as. The problem lies in my inability to, um, have plots. You know. I should just stop getting ideas for things that involve intricate plots and action, but when something about geeky superheroes in Boston launches itself at you, or vampire-fighting, opinionated librarians start nattering on in your head, it's very hard to ignore them or tell them that they really ought to be something simple with a plot you might be able to discover and iron out in a year or less.

I was writing some tuesday_skyline bits several nights in a row not too long ago, and mostly hating them, and I wondered why Ian and Tuesday are being so vivid in my head and so ridiculously flat on paper, and I reckon it must be this writing-about-insignificant-incidents thing, hoping that the story is going to come together and scribbling all these mostly-useless things in the meantime (which could all turn out to be self-canon'd in the end, because, blimey, they're supposed to be SAVING THE WORLD, so how do they have all this time to be going to coffee shops or having Christmas parties or roller-skating or lying around for days in shock on account of Neil being dead? and what are they saving the world from, anyway?), and--I don't know, I think I am having this craving for writing things that go through a whole arc instead of puttering about disconnectedly in the Wide World of Writing.

On the good-news front, the Evangeline thing does seem to have a clearer plot than Skyline, except that a lot of it involves things I don't know how to get to. (Like, timid young librarians being recruited as vampire hunters. Or why there are vampires in 1913 and whether or not normal people know they exist. And what to do with the humanity of vampires and how much of a soul they really have got and how you go from trying to stab them to Campaigning For Vampire Rights especially when the vampire in question probably really does just vant to suck your blood. Or where the blasted thing is set--am I really nerdy for wanting to set it in Salem, Massachusetts so that I can have a bit of ranting about how there were NO WITCH TRIALS in what is currently known as Salem? Also, they have a nice library. Don't know if it was around in 1913, but from what I remember about the outside of it, that's not unlikely. And, hee, I could throw in little potshots at Lynn-Lynn-city-of-sin a.k.a. the former shoe capital of the world, except that there is altogether too much Boston-area geekery making its way into Skyline already.)

Am ravenous. Will cease blathering and have a sandwich. Or three.

♫ 'ashes on your eyes' - deb talan

Item I:

lady_moriel linked me to this, and it is Awesome. Seriously.

Item II: Since we're on the topic of superheroes, another question, because I am stucker than stuck: What do you think would be a really awesome (and scientifically plausible) superpower?

Item III: I feel like a dead thing that has died. Also, a colony of nose dwarves are tunnelling through my sinuses with dull spoons. BLEHHH.

Item IV: There's a new

tuesday_skyline bit up. Yes, I am a lazy git: did you need to ask?

♥ NASALLY DEAD.
♫ "Pay Me My Money Down", Bruce Springsteen

So (and I shall pretend devoutly that this is solely out of mere curiosity and not any personal gain), let's talk about superheroes. What do you like about the superhero genre (in films, graphic novels, fiction, and whatever other forms it may take)? What do you dislike? What have you always wanted to see in a work of superhero fiction?

Discuss.

♥ er. too much baking.
♫ "since you've been around", rosie thomas

AAAGGH,

lady_moriel, STOP MAKING THINGS EAT MY BRAIN.

BECAUSE NOW I HAVE TO WRITE ABOUT IAN. AND PEANUT BUTTER. AND IAN AND TUESDAY SHARING PEANUT BUTTER SANDWICHES AND BEING ADORABLE AND WHATNOT.

I ALSO NEED TO BREAK THIS WRETCHED CAPSLOCK HABIT.

(but, yeah, it might be nice to write something that is not soaked in tragedy and woe. it would be mildly angsty, but not...like what I've been doing recently. Ian would be all, 'I'm feeling melancholy. I am going to make a sandwich, because it makes me feel better. also, making food makes me feel better. don't tell anybody or I will take an axe to you', and Tuesday's all 'yeah, saving the world rots, seriously; I miss being normal, except that I wasn't, so, um...yeah', and Ian's all 'have a ~~biscuit~~ sandwich, Aiken', and then they eat peanut butter sandwiches in cosy empathy, and are darling and suchness. and then Banui's Mum shows up and makes her go to bed and Harry takes the capslock back rather violently.)

actually, I should go to be. I am crazy rambling.

♥ egshhhs559h~!
♫ "Ghost of a Rose", Blackmore's Night

EDIT: Ohmygoodness, it is Harry's birthday today and I completely forgot. Happy birthday Harry! Here, have some shiny chrome-plated capslock! *pats* ...Um. Yeah. Harry doesn't like being patted. *ducks*

So, right now, I am uploading my

tuesday_skyline mix album.

Yeah. It is kind of taking forever, but I am very excited. There is eclectic music on there. Fifteen tracks of it. (Okay, some of it is not exactly obscure, but some of it is quite, and it is all very, very shiny and awesome.) Um. It will probably not be finished until tomorrow, because I can only upload five songs at a time, and this takes about half an hour, which is bothersome, but unavoidable, and it is rather late. (Er. It's actually nine thirty, but in terms of Being On The Computer, this is considered late. If I had my own computer I could just leave things uploading while I Did Other Things, like go to the Common and play my guitar for the pigeons and passersby. Except that I do not live in Boston and there is therefore no Common. I really need to visit Boston again and wander about looking for Skyline settings and that sort of thing.)

Um. Anyway. I have shiny cover art, too. Egad, is it ever fun to use graphics programs again.

I haven't had a Conspiriusy in a long time. I need to think one up. ~~Then again, I'm also hiding from the immense fic possibilities of the whole thing. Egad.~~

Okay, actually, I am uploading third and final part of said mix right now. So. Maybe it will be done by the time you lot are reading this entry. Seriously, even if you don't read

tuesday_skyline, you should definitely check out the mix. Hopefully, there is music of which you have never even heard therein. (And this is, of course, only Part One. THEY WILL GO ON FOREVER, as far as I am concerned. And yes, it is totally egotistical to make fanmixes for my own writings. Bear with me.)

Never mind, I totally just finished it. (SQUEE. *relief*) GO CHECK IT OUT. I MEAN IT.

♥ yay
♫ "june gloom", the like

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fandom is ruining my life, mark thirty-nine (oh, and a meme)
entirely too much daydreaming, wot wot
what the thunder said
but my soul's little bird can still sing
proof as to my not getting out much
Several Items of Note
heroes in your sky
Writerly Bizarreity
music at last?

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Entries tagged with tuesday skyline

fandom is ruining my life, mark thirty-nine (oh, and a meme)

entirely too much daydreaming, wot wot

what the thunder said

but my soul's little bird can still sing

proof as to my not getting out much

Several Items of Note

heroes in your sky

Writerly Bizarreity

music at last?