( Oct. 9th, 2010 08:34 pm)
Title: Intent Unknown Part I
Fandom: original
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 3275
Summary: Nick isn't sure what the end game is. Why would a guy like that acknowledge him?
Warnings: Prostitution/references to prostitution. Little bit of angst, little bit of hope
A/N: I'm posting this, even though part two isn't written and even though I have an eight page paper due Monday. I'm feeling a little fiction-less and my f-list has been kind of empty. Hope everyone's doing well.

It wasn't like it was the only street corner in the whole city... )
( Aug. 3rd, 2010 03:51 pm)
Apparently the cure for an abysmal, period-induced bad mood is about an hour of housework and some K-Pop. What?  SHINee: You can't not smile. I also learned some Italian today (via the audio program I got in preparation for my Basic Italian class this fall, which I'm super nervous about). I can say 'I understand a little Italian.' Which is totally accurate! Unfortunately I can't spell it yet. We'll get there.

I'm still processing/recovering from the London trip. It was a big adventure. I didn't get lost in Cardiff, either! Basically it was a whirlwind tour of site-seeing and getting to know/getting fed up with my family. Gotta love it. :p

In other news, you may recall my excitement about Dan and Terry? It lost some steam. I'm not saying they'll never be seen again, only that right now my enthusiasm is being rather flighty and it just got distracted by something shinier. Like [livejournal.com profile] kinky_fantasy , the comm in which I'm about to sign up for a prompt list on my [livejournal.com profile] conceivingaplot  journal. Er, despite recent postings here, I'm trying to keep [livejournal.com profile] conceivingaplot  the place where I post the more porny/kinky stories (and a bit of slavefic), because organization like that keeps my head clearer.

So, uh, that's that. *toddles off to write*

( Jul. 13th, 2010 05:27 pm)
It is at this point during the summer, in the middle of my two week stretch of inactivity (by which I mean, no traveling or volunteering), that I am reminded how much my life benefits from a bit of structure. I perform pretty well in a structured environment, where I have to get out and do things, where I am being held accountable, etc.

Weeks like this, not so much. It's so much easier to procrastinate when there's no real, impending deadline. I have a whole raft of things I could be doing: 
  • Emailing my roommate a list of things we should be able to share (television, printer, curtains, etc)
  • Checking to see if Alex is in town so that I can make him the cookies he bought at the auction
  • Ostensibly, cleaning out all my stuff and seeing what I want to take with me this fall
  • Packing/planning on what to pack for London
  • Going over the touristy information on Cardiff my mother sent me
  • Likewise, going over the trip itinerary she sent me
  • Pulling together my outfit for the steampunk event in London
  • Writing the next chapter of what I'm writing on [livejournal.com profile] conceivingaplot because that whole posting when I'm a chapter and a half ahead in writing totally fell apart.
Instead I find myself going through ridiculous lengths to procrastinate. I'm having thought processes that go something like: "Oh, I reread the first two SoT novels a while back, why don't I just finish the series, again," and "Hm, I wonder if the library cares if I put the cds I check out onto my computer. I don't think I really care one way or another," which of course ends up with me wasting a bunch of time. Staying up too late and spending too much time online, as well. Not to mention the crazy plan of catching up with an entire season of Supernatural in two weeks (which is turning into forcing ten episodes in four days and I think I can say with confidence we're not going to make it. No offense Will. It's not for lack of trying).

Also I'm crushingly not really excited for London. Maybe it hasn't sunken in yet that we're going? I mean, it's something that's pretty exciting, I just don't have butterflies yet. :/
( May. 8th, 2010 10:55 am)
Today I am starting the third re-write of the next part of Nature of the Bond. >.< It's been going well, can you tell? I hope to have the story completed within the week, and I have a lovely bonus one-shot to post once it's been finished.

Meanwhile, I've finally completed the final hurdle before graduation. Everything is lined up for next year, I just have classes to register for. I'm extremely excited about this! Oh, but I'm not so extremely excited about the room revamp that has to happen before then. My room is finally going to be painted a quasi normal color and the (disgusting) carpet is going to be cleaned, but first I have to essentially move out. Pack up all the stuff I'll want for next year, the stuff I might want, the stuff I'll need eventually, and then throw the rest of it out. Talk about spring cleaning!
( May. 2nd, 2010 03:19 pm)
Title: Early Morning Truths
Fandom: Original- Memory Thief Verse
Rating: PG
Warnings: remembered violence
Word count: 1145
Summary: Theo can't sleep. Sometimes the world is just too much.

Notes: You were probably expecting the next part of The Nature of the Bond. Well... that will come soon enough. Meanwhile, this development in the memory thief verse has been waiting for a long time.

It was the shifting that first caught Seth’s attention; the carefully calculated jostling of the covers, which dragged him to consciousness. It wasn’t until the warmth shifted away as Theo shimmied to the edge of the bed that Seth opened his eyes, half-lidded, to watch his lover. )
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After several sincerely hectic days, full of things requiring my immediate attention, I've finally found some time to work on Part Five of my current wip. I definitely failed on getting it out Friday or Sunday, and am trying very hard to finish it up for tomorrow. It's longer than previous chapters, if that helps any.

Unfortunately, I have finally reached the most climactic scene in the entire story- the scene that I've been leading up to this entire time- one that was amongst the first I imagined when conceiving this story...

...and I'm totally, completely and irrevocably stuck.

D= This is seriously bad news. I need to find my mojo again, lest my easily distracted mind drag me away and leave this giant piece of work unfinished. <- I will not allow that to happen. If I get distracted now, it'll never get done and I'd feel terrible about it.

Has this ever happened to anyone else? How did you overcome it? I think I'm going to go back and read the story from the beginning. Perhaps that will help me get back into the groove of things.
You may be thinking: wow, how ridiculous, she's posted four times in one day! Well, let me explain.

Due to recent reflection on the amount of time I spend browsing livejournal and refreshing my friendspage, searching for something interesting instead of actually writing, I decided to institute a new bit of scheduling last week. I'll be around on Wednesdays and weekends. The rest of the time, I'll spend those would-be-wasted hours on writing lovely stories and actually finishing things. I'd say, given the success of this week, this new time management holds some promise. So if I don't respond to something really urgent you've posted, it's not because I don't love you! It's only because I haven't seen it. Please bear with me.

In other news, I was discussing the Memory Thief Verse with a friend (Will) the other day and he said something to me that I'm pretty sure I knew, but hadn't given much thought. I made a comment about how the social and political implications of the universe had grown frighteningly complicated. He returned that it was so complex that I could write more than just slash, if I so desired.


Yeah. Well- obviously, right? Right? This came up as I mentioned an idea I had for another Memory Thief Verse story (also I just noticed that abbreviation is MTV, and thus I will never be able to seriously use it. *sadface*). All the ones so far have focused on the good aspects of society. Masked and co, doing good for the Super community, Seth and the Night Watchmen keeping peace, Theo and the BCIP upholding the law; but what of those- for lack of a better term- supervillians? I think of them as the generation that was left behind. Those kids who got their powers before society and/or the government was ready to deal with them. Essentially their lives turned to shit and no one could fix that. Naturally, not all of them were that forgiving to the world that abandoned them.

So- this may or may not have morphed into potential novel material for November. I'm totally psyched and also terrified, I'll be honest.
My acceptance to two of the colleges at the top of my most desired list has brought me equal parts joy and distress in recent days. Suddenly the worry that I won't be going somewhere I like has been replaced with stress over which to choose, where I will get the best financial aid, and how I can possibly think about going to one which I have not visited- and have not the time nor funds to visit before I have to make my decision.

Meanwhile I face the daily struggles of keeping up with classes- though my grades are strikingly less important to me now than they were before- as well as very horrible allergies and my apparent inability to finish a story.

>.< Perhaps I just need some motivation? If I knew which one would be best received, maybe I would be better focused on finishing it. It's a thought to consider, at least, I suppose.

Brilliance and hilarity can be found in the oddest of places:
"This is unsettling; pass the Teddy Grahams."
Warning: The below material contains potential spoilers for my Memory Verse series. Planning, character outlining, background info etc, all of which may or may not prove to be in the final canonical version o f the next story. However, should you be interested, feel free to browse, give feedback, and throw in your own ideas.

We begin with Peter. )

And that's all information I hope stays pretty consistent and would like to sneak into the next story. Somehow. >.<
Sitting in my living room.

Got a letter the other day from one of the colleges I've been waiting to hear back from. After much suspense, tension and hullabaloo I opened it to reveal: a request for my test scores.

Turns out they already had them. *sigh* Please just let me in already.
( Jan. 25th, 2010 05:48 pm)
I really need to work on this whole 'getting waylaid every time I try to do something' thing that's going on. I am normally a semi-focused and controlled person. Today I can't remember what I'm doing. Writing a book report? Posting on LJ? Looking up Panic merchandise? Reading an interview? Listening to New Perspective play in another tab open to youtube? Considering going to the bank?

Oh wait. Writing a book report.

But first I wanted to post about how EPIC it is that I am writing songs in my head for this fictional band in the Memory Verse to play. The lyrics are questionable, in terms of quality, but  the sound rocks (too bad that's the part I can't convey to you all). So... The Beginnings of an Impromptu Conspiracy (as it is saved) is now nearing 5000 words. >.> Longer than I expected, but I'm pleased. I actually wrote female characters that I don't automatically hate! Adrian's older sisters are kind of mean to him, but it's all for his own good. Promise. ;)

Now... off to write that report.
Have you ever been in a situation where you have SO MANY STORIES you want to pursue, you end up not writing anything at all?

That's where I am right now- trying to decide what to work on. These are my options:
  • My book review for History, which does need to be written at some point today. It's kind of depressing, as the subject is the Holocaust, so I will probably be putting this one off until last. Hmph.
  • The Beginnings of Impromptu Conspiracy story I've got about 1700 words on so far. It's set before the band was successful, and while Jay was the only bassist they ever knew. Right now I absolutely love it because Adrian was just introduced to help the band actually come up with an album. 
  • The actual ImpCon story that prompted all of this, with the introduction of new!bassist Jaime and the ripples he causes within the band.
  • The tale of photographer/journalist Luke Bradshaw, why he has been banned from writing for The Streets, why he finds himself obsessed with the super Aether after a certain court case, and how these issues are resolved.
  • The story labeled Zack/Zap! on my flash-drive, about a high-school kid accidentally discovering his powers while visiting his friend (Peter's nephew) at Masked.
  • A story about Peter's romantic affairs and why he is a flirt.
I also have a small amount of other homework I need to work on, but primarily I think I'm going to write this weekend. It's nice to be productive sometimes.




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