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| Friday, December 11th, 2009 | |
| 10:49 am | twistedchick @ 2009-12-11T10:10:00 Life is hard. There are wars. There are stupid politicians. There are people who shove other people out of their jobs two weeks before Christmas. There are people who are mean and nasty. But there are also people who pick up hitchhikers, and people who write stories about them. 101 Times JD Nielson Hitched a Ride You don't have to know who JD is. Doesn't matter. (Though if you do know that he's the Asgard-created canon!clone of Jack O'Neill, gone through a few iterations and a dozen pieces of fanfic since then, it will explain a few of the references.) The list of people from various fandoms who give him a ride (or a flirt, or a place to stay) includes Gibbs from NCIS, Big Bird, Criminal Minds, John Connor, Dean Winchester, Bella, Captain Jack Sparrow, Dominic Alastair (the Marquis Vidal), The Doctor, and a lot more. My own contribution is a brief fast trip through the upper Great Plains courtesy of Nikita. Go. Look. Something on that list may well make your day. |
| Thursday, December 10th, 2009 | |
| 10:30 am | meme candy You know that we are living in a twistedchick world |
| 10:30 am | twistedchick @ 2009-12-10T09:30:00 Thoughts on writing Stephen Hart: ( from Primeval; spoilers of sorts within ) |
| Wednesday, December 9th, 2009 | |
| 9:04 am | season's .... My cousin S., who had surgery for abdominal problems in October and was recovering in November, went back to work on the day before Thanksgiving. She was fired two weeks later on what appear to me to be trumped-up causes; while she was away, the store hired someone else to run the department she was running, a job that she was in line for. So, two weeks before Christmas, she has no job, and is going to have to scramble to find money to pay for health care for herself and her husband, E. E's now completely disabled from work (construction, including things like painting), waiting for the disability payments to come through. S. has fairly bad rheumatoid arthritis in her hands and elsewhere; working at the job, which required going in and out of freezer cases, was intensely painful. The arthritis medicine she's been on is also expensive. I'm not setting up a Paypal link at this point; she doesn't want it, and the emergency is longterm, not short-term. But please send your best good wishes, prayers, good vibes, and light candles for them. It's going to be a cold winter in their little place in the mountains. |
| Tuesday, December 8th, 2009 | |
| 12:44 am | twistedchick @ 2009-12-07T23:45:00 Current story status: 66 pages, 28,500 words, and with an OC death I'm up to a point where I might actually be able to put this aside and go to bed. I haven't had such a sustained day of fiction writing in years; it insisted on coming out today and dragged me with it. Whether it's any good isn't even a question right now; some parts are going to take intense rewriting even before I send them to any betas. But right now I'm just floating a bit on the fact that I've got that much done. (I need a writing icon...when I get into the part of my brain that deals with visual and graphics ability instead of verbal ability.) |
| Monday, December 7th, 2009 | |
| 8:03 pm | twistedchick @ 2009-12-07T19:17:00 If anyone tried to send me a snowflake, I'm sorry but I disabled LJ Gifts during the Strikethrough protest and have not turned them back on. Thank you for the kind thought, though. |
| 2:25 pm | p.s. For those who have been worried about the piano accident: ( I'm okay ) |
| 12:52 pm | scribble I'm not at the end of the second Primeval story, but I can see the third section from here: 24,000+ words, 55 pages, veering back to intersect more fully with canon. I cannot begin to tell you how wonderful it feels to get up in the morning and sit down and have the story work. |
| 12:52 pm | scribble, scratch Flash from the past, indeed; just to prove I'm completely insane today on the topic of writing, here's my contribution to the 101 Times JD Nielson Hitched a Ride challenge. ( J.D. meets Nikita ) |
| Saturday, December 5th, 2009 | |
| 11:47 am | Primeval scribbling update Second story: 19,300 words or 45 pages single-spaced. And one of the farmers near the Forest of Dean has some uninvited guests chomping his veggie garden: a pair of eohippus (yes, I know they have other names now, but I love 'dawn horse'). Connor is investigating. |
| 1:00 am | twistedchick @ 2009-12-04T23:44:00 Well, ![[personal profile]](http://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small} zana16 tagged me:Leave me a comment saying "Resistance is futile." or "Resistance is useful." • I'll respond by asking you five questions so I can satisfy my curiosity • Update your journal with the answers to the questions • Include this explanation in the post and offer to ask other people questions ( questions and answers ) |
| Friday, December 4th, 2009 | |
| 11:28 pm | Well! I. Am. Shocked. I would not have believed it. It goes entirely against nature! (or at least against naturalistic Victorian literature, aka Jude the Obscure, Far from the Madding Crowd, and vast amounts of Dickens, not to mention The Mill on the Floss.) Under the Greenwood Tree (2005) ( it's enough to spoil my faith in Victorian literature! ) |
| Wednesday, December 2nd, 2009 | |
| 8:30 pm | twistedchick @ 2009-12-02T19:34:00 For a story in progress, would anyone care to share thoughts on having sex in a restricted amount of space? ( some explanation ) |
| 10:43 am | twistedchick @ 2009-12-02T10:08:00 It's been a rough autumn, and even though I'm writing again (finally!) a few encouraging words would be wonderful. ETA: argh. coding fixed. I am so not a programmer. [Current writing: story 1 done and waiting for feedback from one more person; story 2 is 13,500 words and still going; story 3 is in the planning, with hints about stories 4 and 5] |
| 10:43 am | you read it in the BBC, not the NY Times Google to limit free public access to some news sites. So Google profits, and the news sites either get money or don't have your eyeballs on their stories, and those of us who are interested in broader coverage of events than can be found on one site alone may have to pony up cash in order to be as informed as we would like. |
| Tuesday, December 1st, 2009 | |
| 6:41 pm | twistedchick @ 2009-12-01T18:23:00 Ah, New York. Where money turns a public street into a private one, and this is called "counterterrorism". Someone should raise an inquiry about why public funds were used to supply NYC cops for this travesty. (thanks to nielsenhayden_feed for the link) |
| Monday, November 30th, 2009 | |
| 3:12 pm | recently added to Archive of Our Own Tropisms -- A crossover between Sports Night and The Sentinel, in which Jim Ellison gets close to his idol, Blair is disgruntled, Casey is trying to decide whether to quit sports, Dan is trying to keep it together, Jeremy is an avatar of deity, Natalie has special powers, and Simon gets laid. Originally published in zine format by Blackfly Presses, Toronto. At 41,500 words, this took me nearly as long to copy-edit as it did to write it. It's one of the sillier things I've ever written. I hope some of you will enjoy it. |
| 12:36 pm | twistedchick @ 2009-11-30T11:50:00 Happy birthday -- and many more -- to legionseagle! |
| 12:36 pm | twistedchick @ 2009-11-30T11:41:00 First fanfic in nearly a decade, written and with beta readers. Second is more than 10,000 words and nowhere near done. Maybe half done, depending on how much some of the time covered is compressed or not. It's exhilarating! |
| 11:05 am | short takes, drinks and fiber Baltimore Tea & Coffee Company has managed to come up with a hazelnut-cream decaf coffee that tastes like hazelnut. I had a large cup yesterday and it was wonderful. But at the shop I was in they need to update the prices on their shelves when the cost of loose tea changes; I didn't appreciate it that when I went to buy a box of Bewley's Irish Afternoon Tea I was going to be charged $5 more than the price listed on the shelf. So they still have their box of Irish Afternoon Tea. Why should I reward their laziness in properly pricing stock with my money? Yes, I'm a little cranky about this. For one thing, it nearly doubled the cost of the tea. For another, Bewley's tea isn't on the shelf everywhere, and I like it a lot. But I'll have to keep looking for it. Afternoon tea is a black tea, like breakfast tea, but with less caffeine and, I think, a more mellow and well-developed flavor. Too much breakfast tea, like English Breakfast Tea, is shock treatment disguised as a drink: helLO, up and AT 'EM NOW, haul you awake BY YOUR HAIR. I'd rather drink something with a bit of real flavor. A friend who was selling in the dealer's room got me a deal on a dozen balls of reasonably fluffy wool singles that are undyed -- I'm going to have very nice warm feet this year. Except for its thickness, the wool feels like that in the old ice skating socks I kept from when I was in high school. It's impossible to buy plain soft white all-wool socks any more, knitted from the kind of wool that does not itch. There are ragg socks, but they aren't as soft or longwearing (I did say those old socks were from high school, right? They have a few holes but they're still wearable after ... let's say the high side of 30 years. I can barely say that of the 10-year-old ragg socks that have worn thin in the heels and all along the foot. So I'm looking forward to playing with this wool and keeping my feet warm. Yes, I do have white undyed roving that I could use for making the same socks, but at least part of it may be spun thicker and fluffier and then go into a sort-of-pastel dye bath so I can knit it onto the shoulder shawl I made a few years ago from no particular pattern that looks like wings -- it needs some of the feathers lengthened. But today I'm probably going to spin more of that violet Lincoln longwool. I haven't a clue what it'll go for, but it's like spinning a stronger version of mohair -- it will go thin, with just a hint of halo, and it's so soft. |