May 16th, 2006

bear by san

the devil's holy water and the rosary beads

Because this is the week in which everybody finds out more about their character's sex lives than they bargained on, apparently.

[00:31] cpolk: okay, the CBT is sent.
[00:32] matociquala: Thank you!
[00:32] matociquala: *will never look at grosgrain the same way again*
[00:32] matociquala: The worst semi-consensual sexual thing I ever did to a character was tie him to a giant skeleton....
[00:32] stillsostrange: hee
[00:33] matociquala: which was pretty bad, okay.
[00:33] stillsostrange: I liked the skeleton
[00:33] matociquala: It was thematic!
[00:33] matociquala: Thematic dead whale skeleton bondage
[00:33] matociquala: *looks at those words lined up that way*
[00:33] matociquala: The necrophilia makes it seem dirtier than it is
[00:34] katallen: it's a shame there aren't more opportunities to line those words up



Progress notes for 15 May 2006:

Undertow

New Words: 1914
Total Words: (actual wordcount / manuscript) 40,105 / 44,750
Pages: 179
Deadline: August 1
Words per day to meet deadline: 768
Reason for stopping: SO bedtime. Also, I hit 40K

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
179 / 400
(44.8%)


Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
40,105 / 100,000
(40.1%)



Stimulants:  rose congou
Exercise:  Gym!
Mail: nomail
Today's words Word don't know:  n/a
Words I'm surprised Word do know: n/a
Mean Things: Cricket got a head full of muddy ocean. She is so getting a sinus infection out of this.
Tyop du jour:  Jefferson cold probably trust her.
Darling du jour:
Books in progress: Wendy Moore, The Knife Man;
Interesting tidbit of the day: n/a
Other writing-related work: n/a
The glamorous life of the writer: I had a job interview today, which translates into a job, tomorrow. (Fast. huh?) So if it seems like I might be ignoring you....

I am.
bear by san

We part the veil on our killer sun

Mugged by another scene from AtWS today.

Wolfy Gothboy (sometimes he's Gothy Wolfboy) wanted a gothy scenelet.

Sometimes, my Process works like this:

wolfygothboy: (twisting a boot on the rug) Uh, Bear?

matociquala: (warily) Yes, Mingan?

wolfygothboy: I want a reaction scene. It'll help re-establish sympathy after....

matociquala: ...after the gratuitous psychic rape and prostitute-visiting?

wolfygothboy: ...

matociquala: *waits*

wolfygothboy: It wasn't gratuitous.

matociquala: I'm sure you think it was justified. What sort of a scene would you like?

wolfygothboy: A dream scene?

matociquala: Oh, for the love of-- not just no, but--

wolfygothboy: ...okay okay. A post-dream scene?

matociquala: You don't sleep.

wolfygothboy: No, it'll be good. It works! Because you know, you gave me POV. So you have to show the root of the changes that Muire notices, later on. Let me show you....

matociquala: ...you're gonna have to do better than ripping off a Sting song, kid. Do you have any idea how good his lawyers are?

wolfygothboy: :-*

matociquala: Oh, god, don't pout. Okay, you can keep the rain and fire imagery. But the flowers go.

wolfygothboy: As long as I get to keep the creepy roses later.

matociquala: Yes, keep the creepy roses. Fine. Just don't expect the narrative to pretend it doesn't know they're a cliche.

wolfygothboy: Anything you want, ma'am. I'm your boy.

matociquala: That'll be the day. Just you wait for The Sea thy Mistress. You will pay, and pay, and pay.

wolfygothboy: *grin* Can we listen to the Sting song now?

matociquala: YOU ARE NOT WALKING AWAY WITH ANOTHER GODDAMNED B@#K, MOTHERFUCKER!

wolfygothboy: (*score!*)


The wolf dreams of clean rain and wakes weeping. Collapse )

Yeah, he's giving me incomplete pentameter. He may be getting some, but by God I'm making sure he's working for it.
bear by san

Oh, the foolhardiness of involving one's self in fandom politics....

Okay, I'm pretty much a long-time fanfiction apologist/defender.

But am I marking myself as a complete square if I have to ask: what is Harry Potter/CSI mpreg doing on my Tiptree long list?


Juliet gave Snape an anxious look, and then stood aside. "Mr. Snape. This is Nicholas Stokes."

Whatever he'd been expecting, this certainly wasn't it.

The boy -- man, most certainly, this was no boy -- was undeniably masculine. Strong jaw, clean of form, quite handsome. Although Snape could see almost immediately the minuscule flicker of enchantment about him; a glamour, yes, and a deft one. No Muggle, seeing him, would ever suspect the truth.

He met Stokes's eyes and wanted to recoil. Lovely dark eyes, but filled with rage, a cold fire barely held in check as the man stalked into the room.

"You have no RIGHT," he snapped in a voice icy enough to give Snape himself a run for his money. "I won't do it. I will NOT do it."

Snape made himself nod. "In that case we can force you to comply," he returned steadily. "The law requires it."

"FUCK your law!"

"It's yours as well, or have you forgotten that? Living here, so far from the source?"

Stokes paced away from him, glaring at Juliet until she shut the door behind her. With his back turned he hissed, "I don't recognize your law. I don't give a damn about it, or you!"

"Your parents did. Enough that they did what was required."

"I don't care." The man turned his pretty, snapping eyes back in Snape's direction. "I won't do it," he repeated furiously. "You can't make me."


...Not-very-well-written Harry Potter/CSI mpreg, if I may venture a critical comment. Although I guess it captures something of Rowling's style.

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