RRRRRRRRRRRAGH.
- Mood:...
Step 1: Put your MP3 player or whatever music player you have on random.
Step 2: Post a line/stanza from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.
Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.
Step 4: Bold the songs when someone guesses correctly. (No Cheating)
Got to talking with Zen about old fandoms and decided on a whim to Google the name of one of the first fanfic authors I ever read. Unbelievably, after all these years, her site is still standing with the entire fic archive still intact.
I'm almost afraid to go back and re-read any of it, for fear that it won't be as good as my twelve-year-old, Mary-Sue-dreaming self remembers. But damn, did seeing them bring back memories. Way back when I discovered fandom for the first time. Sitting in my dad's office after school when I was in the seventh grade, futzing with his dial-up internet and Netscape Navigator because the only computer we had at home was 10 years old and running on Windows 2.something. Finding out that there were other people in the world who made up their own stories about the characters I loved. Printing out pages and pages of this stuff and storing it in a big blue binder with a bunch of loose leaf paper, on which I wrote my own fic for the first time.
This page is one of the biggest factors that made me the writer I am today.
- Mood:
nostalgic
Well. Having a life certainly does interfere with one's ability to get geared up for NaNo.
Last year, I started writing at the stroke of midnight and cranked out a few hundred words before I had to go to bed. This year, I was at a Halloween party when midnight hit. I spent half of today with the dude (Pocky has a boyfriend whut?), fought with my computer for a couple minutes (I think last night's power outage made it have a minor seizure), went to check my flist, and...yeah. I'm sure most of you know what I found there. =/
So I said fuck it and let myself emo for awhile. And then I took a nap. And then I did Snow's laundry.
And now it's 6 pm and my word count is still a big fat Naught. And instead of starting, I'm posting this. For one because at least I'm writing SOMETHING, which sometimes helps the juices get flowing for other things. For another, maybe if I get this shit out of my head and put it out there, it'll quit festering up there.
Make of all that what you will. I guess the motivation behind it all is that I feel fandom has given me much more than it's taken away, and it frustrates and saddens me that that's not true for everyone.
Being from the CnC, most of you newcomers are already somewhat familiar with who I am and what I do. But just to give you an idea of what to expect from your new affiliation with this happy little journal, here are a few fun facts!
1) I am a real live therapist! 8D I don't talk about my work here because this is a journal for fandom and writery stuff, but I do overanalyze the hell out of various fictional characters and answer questions about psychological stuff for anyone who asks.
2) For every post containing actual fic, there will be at least three or four complaining about how I haven't written any fic.
3) I take silly pictures of the multitudinous action figures inhabiting my bookshelf and occasionally post them when I stop being lazy.
4) NaNoWriMo is approaching and I WILL inevitably spam you all.
Consider yourselves warned, and welcome! <3
OCTOBER IS NOW OFFICIALLY 'CATCH UP ON SHIT BEFORE NANO STARTS' MONTH!
Yes indeed, I am a squirrel on a mission. My purpose in this is twofold: clearing out my to-do list so that I don't have any temptations competing for my attention with my NaNo project, and stepping up my writing activity level in an effort to prove to myself that I CAN roleplay and write other shit simultaneously. Because I really don't want to have to hiatus anywhere for an entire month...not to mention I promised a certain someone that I would throw a certain jerk at a certain Nexus and it would be lame to join up and then not do anything.
Here's what's on the agenda, and if I'm neglecting to add something that I owe you, please to be letting me know.
- Appallingly late birthday drabble for Tiger
- Appallingly late birthday drabble for
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subaru_san - Yet another Optimus and Sentinel ficbit for
taistoi - Two, possibly three works of spectacularly hideous TF porn for the kink meme. Let's just say it's anonymous for good reason.
- Apps for Maxx at CnC, Sentinel at Axiom, and Nameless Fourth at BtA
- Get my files back from the old dead lappy, and then FINALLY post AFF. Yes, all of it. Finally.
...This is going to be an interesting month. *_*
ALSO AND COMPLETELY UNRELATED I actually have plans for Halloween this year! What the hell should I dress up as? Suggestions?
SO ONCE UPON A TIME I had some crackpot discussions with taistoi
tenshi_ryuu about a Shattered Glass version of Transformers: Animated.AND ONCE UPON A TIME I promised
taistoi that I would write her stuff because she draws me shit and is awesome.THIS WEEKEND I ACTUALLY WROTE FIC. FOR THE FIRST TIME IN WEEKS. YAAAYYYY. THE MUSE IS ALIVE! ALIIIIIIIVE! YES!!
So yeah, this is:
- Not at all what I thought I was gonna write.
- Way longer than I thought it would be.
- FUCKING WEIRD FFFFFF.
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- Mood:
loopy
Right! So, in anticipation of impending friend-ness from the BAMF chatmasters of ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small}
ontd_startrek, here's a post with the basics of what you need to know about me.
1) MY NAME IS POCKY, WHAT UP.
2) I am 25 and a therapist IRL, which is hilarious because I am clearly out of my mind. I also just lost my job and joke about this frequently whilst using livejournal so as not to die of boredom while I fill out job applications and rot on my couch.
3) THIS IS MY FANDOM AND WRITERY STUFF JOURNAL, WORD UP. This means that, as a member of my flist, you will see the following:
- Me dithering about roleplaying.
- Me complaining about writing stuff.
- Me squealing about writing stuff.
- Me actually writing stuff.
- Dissertations regarding robot porn.
- Random crap nobody cares about.
- Miscellaneous drabbles.
- Memes.
THAT IS ALL. <3
I'd say this pretty much sums up where I'm at right now. And I have a distinct feeling I'm not the only one.
...Hang in there. You know who you are. This too will pass. For all of us.
<3
- 06:04 we are in japan!!! #
- 06:07 3 different flights ftl. now taking the bus to kyoto. this is AMAZING! #
- 08:31 there is no jaywalking in kyoto #
- 08:53 got some random food at the grocery by the hotel. don't know what any of it is, but it's good. #
- 04:41 it's 4:30 am and I'm awaaaake. Ugh. #
- 05:42 Breakfast @ terminal. McGriddles taste like Jiffies with eggs in them. #
- 06:32 Boarding now, next tweet from Chicago. #
- 08:58 Cool plane, sat in exit row, watched Top Chef. Now in Chicago, home of the Obamanator. #
- 08:59 Chicago airport has interesting bathrooms. #
- 09:14 "Nowhere is the adage 'it's 5:00 somewhere' truer than in an airport." #
- 09:39 Just got some yen!! #
- 11:43 I'm on a plaaaaane #
- 11:44 This plane is HYOOOOGE #
- 19:24 Testing, testing, one two three #
- 19:26 OK. Made a twitter for the Japan trip. Status reports will be shipped daily so you can all live vicariously through me. ^_^v #
But it's all good because I'm leaving for Japan Saturday morning anyway! I'll be back July 6ish, jet lag permitting, with a crapton of pictures and hopefully a computer with which to post them.
Stay frosty, flist!
I've been both surprised and appalled to discover, as I try to reach back into this character's head, that there is nothing in it.
In retrospect, this probably shouldn't surprise me as much as it does. I mean, I've always known this chick was a Mary Sue. I came up with her when I was in seventh grade. Her sole purpose in life was to be my avatar and a love interest for my favorite character. She had powers she shouldn't have had, she changed things in the series timeline that shouldn't have been changed, and she had angst and trauma that were magically remedied by the power of love...there is no denying the Sue-ness of this character. She's the only Sue I've ever written. I don't deny it. I've joked about it and facepalmed at my own expense for years.
And yet, I apparently somehow thought it wouldn't take a lot of work to get her to stand on her own as a character in a universe where she and the guy I created her to love have never met and never will.
I guess I thought I was better than that. Even acknowledging her Sue-ness. And I distinctly remember that, even as a stupid 12-year-old, I was conscious that I didn't want her to be one of those characters. She wasn't perfect. She wasn't flawlessly attractive. She certainly wasn't invincible - she wasn't even stronger than her teammates. So she was a Sue, but she wasn't an awful, obnoxious Sue. I mean, I was writing serious angst and deathfic when I was 11. Even back then, I was good enough to avoid that trap.
But she didn't have any real substance as a character either.
Funny how inaccurate memory turns out to be.
Which brings me back to where I am now. Turning my dear old Sue into a real character after 13 years. It's turning out to be quite a challenge. How much of her should be me? How different can I make her without turning her into someone completely different? What is she really like?
Hell. I don't even think she's going to end up looking quite the same as I thought. (Sidebar: I am WOEFULLY picky when it comes to PBs. Hello there, OCD tendencies.)
I'm not even certain why I'm posting this. But this is my journal for writery things, and this is certainly a writery thing, so make of it what you will.
- Mood: contemplative
zamorna this time.Give me a character I RP, or write a lot of fic about, and I'll tell you:
01. Full name
02. Best friend
03. Sexuality
04. Favourite colour
05. Relationship status
06. Ideal mate
07. Turn-ons
08. Last sexual experience
09. Favourite food
10. Crushes
11. Favourite music
12. Biggest fear
13. Biggest fantasy
14. Quirks in bed
15. Bad habits
16. Biggest regret
17. Best kept secrets
18. Last thought
19. Worst sexual/romantic experience
20. Biggest insecurity
I have been bedamned unproductive this weekend, and this disgruntles me. I would greatly appreciate it if someone could give me a swift boot in the aft and motivate me to at least do SOME writing - or heaven forbid some of the real work I brought home with me - before the weekend's over. XP
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