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kocimietka for all the lovely support and tittering. It's a kind of weird triptychy thing than spans a few years and uh, worlds. Read at your own peril.Let me just do the once-monthly reassurance that I am still (unfortunately) working on Embers. It's just not going well, but I will finish it. I'm stubborn as a mule. I now have about 70,000 words and it's about three-fourths done.
I saw a fifty-something woman on my bus this morning, and she was reading the Death Note manga. I kind of wanted to lean over and give her a high five. Now if I could only convince my dad that all manga does not equal porn...
- Mood:
apathetic
A year ago exactly, I posted here about how I was moving to Australia and didn't know when I was returning to the UK. Um... well, here I am, sitting in the exact same place that I wrote that post. How strange. It doesn't feel like a year at all, but I'm glad to be back. It's been a pretty unusual year by anyone's standards. It just bends my mind a little.
Right. Back to the Latin. *knuckle crack* Will try to get the Taiki Triptych (it simply rolls from the tongue!) up soon but it's the Fresher's Party tomorrow so I guess I'm not going to be too productive in the near future. XD
- Location:home sweet home
- Mood:
contemplative - Music:New York - Paloma Faith
Right. In deference to everyone who's been wondering where I've escaped to these past weeks, here's something small and hopefully worthy from the depths of my fanfic folder. Please accept my humble peace offering. They're making me learn Latin, guys! I've been a busy girl.
Also - if you remember a epic-ish thing I was writing called Breath on the Embers, I can happily inform you that I've finished rewriting the first 50,000 words and it doesn't suck any more (!!!). I'm hoping to start re-posting that thing after Christmas, when I've finished most of it and am reasonable happy with the thing. It's a political adventure story now, not a soppy romance, and I kinda like it that way. Hope you will too.
Spoiler warning for the Shore in Twilight.
Anyways:
Title: Half Dead Already
Characters: Shouryuu and Enki
Rating: eh, PGish
Word Count: 2,500
( Half Dead Already )
- Mood:
chipper
Jumping on China Mieville's proverbial bandwagon, I was reading this a while ago and went hmm because I know the feeling well - I'm never going to be able to write all the ideas that come into my head and I wouldn't want to - it'd drive me crazy and some of the stuff that floats around in my brain needs a far more competent writer than me to pull it off...
...And also some of them are COMPLETELY MAD. Because I am procrastinating with the clean-the-entire-house thing I'm supposed to be doing today, you get this! Five fic ideas I have but am never going to write.
- Mood: contemplative
- Music:Sleep Isabella - Abney Park
Just wanted to join the rest of the world and say my goodbye.
- Mood: contemplative
I have been poking and fussing around with this one for ages and it's time to just grit my teeth, post it and move on to other projects. About it... well, I had a bit too much fun. :D
Big hugs and thanks toartimusdin, gun_smoke_blue , kocimietka and ranmizu for help, advice, beta-reading and chat about nekkid kirin. You guys are awesome. Your request fics are also in progress. Hey, Ash, what would you like me to write you again? I've got a terrible memory. :(
Anyone willing to help me fine-tune a GyouTai triptych fic? How about a ShouryuuxEnki?
Title: Boss
Characters: Youko and Keiki
Rating: PG-13 to be on the safe side
Plot: Youko gets sick of being bossed around in her own palace and takes it out on Grumpy Pants.
( Boss )
- Mood:
aggravated
Thanks to Catnip, there will now have to be a nekkid Keiki scene in Embers. I'm....not exactly sure how, but destiny has made itself abundantly clear. Oh, Catnip. What have you done?
- Mood: amused
- Mood: thoughtful
As I've had more than one person poking my e-mail address to see if this time I have actually shuffled off this mortal coil, I just wanted to say that I'm alive. At least, I'm as sure as any sane (?) person can be sure that I'm alive and not just the dream of a greater being or a brain in a jar.
Sorry if I owe you an email/fic/money and it's coming soon unless it's the latter in which case I'm already on a plane to Peru. I'm a hotel waitress and this week is not only a school holdiay but the national Eisteddfod as well so it's been hell on a skewer and I've spent all my free time asleep and all my time at work trying to serve a hundred people, fix coffee machines and find places for people to stash their harps, all at once.
But the worst is over now so I'll be catching up on everything. Just to let you know. :)
- Mood:
tired
O-our national pride. We have it back again.
I get the stick taken me out of it, but every year I
But in order to curtail this they introduced new rules this year, in which part of the votes is decided by actual judges, and the political voting just can't stand. And so, for once ...it was actually about the music. o.0
Hosted in Moscow, it was watched by one hundred million people, and although there were the usual scattering of 'WHUT?' acts there were some realy good ones too. Our lass Jade did awesome (WE LOVE YOU <3) but Norway won. I'm not too disappointed about that, partly because my family is Norwegian and partly because, after years of 'nil points' and skulking at the bottom of the board, we actually came 5th!
Highlights included the interval act involving giant swimming pools full of dancers being lowered over the audience, and the official opening of the votes, which was done by two Russian cosmonauts. From space. No, really. Dita von Teese showed up with her eye-poppingly waspy waist. Also, Norway won by the most votes EVAR. A snort-tea-through-your-nose commentary right here. I miss Terry Wogan and his dulcet sarcasm but Graham Norton did a good takeover.
But let's get to the good bits - THIS was one of my most favourite videos, the catchy Dum Tek Tek from Turkey (I'v already been singing the chorus for a week!) not least because WHO IS THAT GUY AT THE END. And now, ladies, I present to you:
GRATUITOUS MALE NEAR-NUDITY.W...WHY UKRAINE I HAD NO IDEA!
I don't know why this singer decided to mortgage her flat to procure her dancing Roman love slaves in their flimsy tinfoil casings, but...
Also, "You are sexy bum/I'm your anti-crisis girl"?
Also Also, Greece gave us the full twelve points! Guuuuys! ^_^
I love this continent.
- Mood: amused
... now come in Ancient China flavour!
- Mood:
gloomy
Now that I've got your attention - are there any beta-readers out there? Everyone I've asked has just backed away with wide eyes, shaking slightly. This is probably because:
a). I write long stuff.
and
b). I'm not that great, let's face it.
Which makes for scariness. But all I want is somebody to give my oneshots a look-over before I post them. I'm trying to make myself better at this, slowly and painfully, and I'd really appreciate some help. They'll be about 1 - 2,000 words each.
In gratitude I will write you anything you like whenever you like, make you coffee and fetch donuts for you at four in the morning. And actually write you something involving Gyousou bathing naked in the moonlight. Oh look he can't reach his back Taiki go help him.
Please send me a pm or an email or comment if you've got a little free time for me, and thanks for all the help everyone has given me so far! I'm trying to make myself better. ^_^;
- Mood: morose
GO LONDON MARATHON RUNNERS! YOU'RE ALL AWESOME! GO GO GO!
I'm with you all the way! Actually, no, I'm sitting on my sofa with a cup of tea. But I'm gonna watch you all the way, dammit!
- Mood:
energetic
In the ladies' bathroom at work, if you stand quietly you can always hear the faint sound of people chattering. This is probably spilling out from a radio upstairs or something, but I much prefer to believe that they are eldritch whispers from the deadlands beyond the U-bends.
In other non-news, was poking around in the giant walk-in fridge, straightened up and found myself nose-to-nose with a box emblazoned with the logo 'Ministry of Cake'. I now think I know where all those 12k kings have being going wrong all these years.
- Location:Caerdydd
- Mood: complacent
- Music:Ampersand - Amanda Palmer
Heard a miaow and opened my eyes to find a cat staring me in the face. Which is not an unusual occurance, but this was a black cat that is not in fact mine, and somehow managed to enter the house through the half-closed bathroom window upstairs. My cat, the biggest wimp in the history of felines, just sat there looking at me with huge round eyes, mewling pathetically in protest. Picked up the friendly black cat and it stared at me in shock, paws hanging over my arm limply, before I chucked it out. Cat smelled of jasmine because it belongs to that lady around the corner who burns incense all the time.
Techincally, my brain knows that because I have to get up at 5am every day now, I've got to start going to bed earlier. Somehow I always manage to shut it up and end up falling asleep over my work in the afternoon. I've got to stop taking my laptop to bed (those sleek lines oh baby!) to write in the evenings.
Spring coming up beautifully. All the trees are blossoming or budding fresh green, and because I live on the edges of the forest the air tastes just so good. The other night, the full moon was huge, like a new ten pence piece in the sky, and all the blossoms turned amber agasint the streetlights. And for once, the sky is a perfect study in blue. How lovely.
- Mood: calm
- Mood:determined
Title: Strangers
Fandom: Immortal Rain/Meteor Methuselah
Characters: OC-based but mention of Rain
Rating: G
Basically just a small thing that was on my mind. Never tried an IR fic before!
( Strangers )
- Mood: happy
I'm hoooome. By which I mean I am back in Wales. Which means I actually left Wales, which....
Let me sort my photos out first, OK?
I'm afraid I've turned into something of a juvenile deliquent. I'm going back to college in September, but until then I'm working every morning in a local pub. It's warm and cluttered and full of nooks and crannies and slightly painful to the eye, like all good British pubs should be.
I'm getting very welshie all of a sudden. I used to be all nice and cultured elocution, but lately I have caught myself reverting to "Iya! How's you?" again. Sweet Lord.
At least I'm not one of the two million unemployed persons in the UK. The recession wasn't as bad as I was fearing, as all I heard in Sydney was how much everyone in Blighty is suffering. But I suppose I'm better off, as I had a home to come back to. Although it did take me a month just to find a job in the service industry.
But it's nice to be back. Nice to be a local girl again. I have befriended the local librarian and late-night lad at the chippie. He has only been charging me 80p per bag. When I'm wearing three-inch heels. But it is a small price to pay.
Mind you, I'm already trying to figure out how to justify going to Paris in May...and Corfu in July.....and Germany in December...
- Location:Caerdydd
- Mood: sleepy
Finally dragged myself out of stress-induced stupor to finish the next chapter of Breath on the Embers, and the next one is almost done too. Also did a little LJ housekeeping and uploaded the entire fic and made a little list here so you can find it more easily. Also the links on my sidebar have been changed so you can get to all of my JK fanfic quickly.
Feeling a little ashamed that it took me this long. The thing that eventually spurred me on was my fanfiction.net traffic page -people are evidently still reading after all these months, which is nice but a bit guilt-trippy. I'm amused to see how many different nationalities are reading this thing, though. In order of greatest number of readers, we've got people from the USA, Romania, the Philippines, Mexico, Australia, Canada, the UK, Poland, Portugal, Singapore, South Korea, France, Brazil, Hong Kong, Barbados, Guatemala, China, Spain, the Czech Republic, Argentine, Ukraine, Japan and Nicaragua.
Um, H..hi. Nice to meet you all?
OK, I'm by no means popular, but that's not bad now, is it? Although for some reason this brings home the fact that people are actually reading my work, and it's making me a little nervous.
But thanks, everyone, whether you're reading this or not, for supporting me. It means a lot. Thank you very, very much. X3
- Mood: grateful
My ultimately prevalent thought, as I sit typing this on my eighteenth birthday, is that I am unquestionably and fixedly doomed.
Firstly because, and oh my god you guys, to say that I get free cake from the new bakery gig is a massive understament. I am actually chided when I don't pitch in and drag home a plastic bag full of scones. I have finger buns pressed upon me. We shall not even go into the matters of the chocolate.
At first glance, this may look like the perfect job and I do love the place already, but...this is me we're talking about! I have the self-control of a can of baked beans. Just now, I demolished two cinnamon rolls with my evening cup of tea, and I'm furiously trying to resist the iced walnut confection sitting prettily over on the side giving me sugary come-hither looks.
I dread to think how much weight I will have put on before I go off to uni next year. I can already feel my arteries clogging. Is it my imagination, or does this shirt feel a bit tight?
Second calling of doom? There is now absolutely nothing between me and all the alcohol I desire. While this has unquestionably made me suddenly very popular with all the younger students in class, I already have a worrying taste for a tot of mother's ruin. Thanks to my mother. What mum, wasn't it enough to teach me how to read?
My mother, by the way, had flown all the way from the UK to see me. It's been so weird showing her around Sydney. I'm again a tourist in my own city. It amused me no end to find out that she'd booked our hotel in Kings Cross, which is (I have a feeling that it won't be the last time I have to say this) incidentally the city's red-light district. When I was laughing at this, she wittily riposted that I'm 'just that sort of girl', whatever that's supposed to mean.
Anyway, I've been sheperding her around various bits, like the Rocks and the Botanical Gardens where there are groves of trees nesting fruit bats, flapping themselves to keep their little furry bodies cool in the afternoon glare. I can't believe how truly beautiful my new home city is. She's built on blood and bodies and deceit but oh, how she glitters.
My mother bought me the most beautiful silver and garnet chandelier earrings, and my dad got me a new mp3 player like he's been threatening because I've been lugging around one of the first-generation iPod Shuffles since...a long time ago. Since they were the best we could do. Bought myself Angela Carter's Book of Fairytales, which I have wanted for aaaages. Hopefully when my wages come through I can indulge myself further and relieve Books Kinokuniya of their box-set of Juuni Kokki DVDs. I'm also lusting after the Absolute Sandmans but they're each about 200 bucks, so that's a whole month's wages for the set...
On Sunday I'm setting of for Cairns, Port Douglas and the Great Barrier Reef, so I'm going to be incommunicado for a while. In the meantime I've got to figure out how to deal with all this newfound...newness. All my relatives have been looking at me with the faintest glisten of sadness in thir eyes. I myself can feel the ghosts of chibi-Indys running around my feet, all the people I have ever been. OK, I'm grown-up in the eyes of the legal world, and where the barman's concerned, but I'm still going to be living at home for about a year whilst I deal with the IB diploma, and I'm the same person I was when I went to sleep last night. It doesn't even particularly feel like the most important birthday of my life. I woke up with a bad cold and went to work like normal.
Except now I'm going to be expected to behave and think in a certain way...I'm going to expect more of myself, for some reason I can't quite fathom.
I've been feeling somehow very lonely today. Maybe it's because, due to some bad luck and timing, I've got nobody to celebrate with. I did that last night, went out od dinner where the win list had bottlesof three-thousand dollar wine which I most emphatically did NOT order. Maybe it's because everyone has been nervously telling me how they can't believe I'm grown up at last, and self-consciously saying how they love me. But soon, very soon, I know I'm going to be making my own way in the world. OK, I'm pretty independant now, and I can handle the world in every way I need to. But that's the end of childhood, is it? All wrapped up neatly in a bow and stuck with sticky tape and presented with a card?
How futile this whole age business is, anyway.
Excuse me. I have to go have a bath.
And crack open one of the G and Ts in the fridge.
See, I told you I was doomed.
- Mood: contemplative
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