And now I will write a shorter Sherlock (BBC) story bookended with two locked room mysteries based on the philosophy and structure of the rhetorical argument outlined in not-actually-Cicero's Rhetorica ad Herennium, because clearly I hate myself. On the bright side, every time I churn out a piece of fan work, original work does actually get some structure. Also, probably more than five people will read this one, out of sheer malignant curiosity than anything else. Which will be fun and possibly devastating to my psyche, but who cares, that's what liquor is for.
Also, I hate everything. It's that sort of month.
Does anyone actually use this thing besides GRRM anymore? Maybe I should go over to Tumblr with all the other weirdly obsessive nerds.
Oh, right. Because I can't get the idea out of my head and it needs to come out and I don't actually give a rip at this point if someone enjoys the story or not - I have to write it. I can't even publish it, because it's still fanfiction, and I'll never rip off the serial numbers and make this fucker an original, because I never want to rework these scenes again when I'm done. I'm not even writing very graphically - I leave the worst implied, because I have a sense of mercy for the reader and do not actually dig on torture porn.
But I know what's going on between the periods and the commas.
Jesus Christ, I hate to love this thing I am working on.
Next project in research - an Agent Pendergast story. The Pendergast books by Preston & Child are popcorn thrillers, in the vein of Crichton with a bit of heavy handed Scooby-Doo hoaxing. The titular agent is cool, reserved, and almost obnoxiously well-prepared for many - not all - situations. If you are reading this and are a fan of seeing Benjamin Linus put through the wringer... check out the Pendergast stuff. It's terrific 'my brain checked out of the hotel and I am twenty points more foolish FOREVER but now I can pretend I know something about DNA testing or whatever' beach material.
The upcoming fic is tentatively called NAGA.
The research is unpleasant.
Meanwhile, I need to find some new userpics for the rare moments I still use this damn thing.
I've got to get around to finishing up the After VC archive, but it's done and posted to ff.net.
WHAT DO I DO WITH MYSELF
-get beer, work on next chapter, then allow some Etrian Odyssey IV after around 8?
-get beer, allow some Etrian Odyssey IV because I've been working on this ALL DAY and could use a break (especially since I do now fully have a chapter in the can, pending some editing), then maybe write all night since sleep sounds like bullshit.
-just get some fucking beer and see how it rolls.
-don't get beer.
...That last option might be a joke option.
Sorry. I think I've actually missed liveblogging pointless crap while slamming werds.
(later edit: I'm aware this is the last piece I had updated, but I may have to wiggle a retcon or two. Luckily, it's really just a final push to finish the sumbitch)
You think I'm kidding. If you do, you probably haven't seen my Facebook. Skip it, it's drama. Point is: I'm not being particularly hyperbolic. Healthwise, it has been a shit awful few months. My heart and blood pressure feel fucked up, I've got stress out the waz. I've lost several clothing sizes and it's not all entirely due to changes in my eating, which have in fact occurred. Depression? Immobilizing.
It's really lots of fun to watch a relative go full force fucking freaky. It's extra fun to start doing it yourself.
I took up polymer sculpture as a way to poke my creativity in the ass and get my brain working again so I can write. It's fun, but I have been so god damned fucked up that even that goes into long periods of not working. It also doesn't help that I'm sitting on several pounds of self-inflicted guilt over projects that I haven't finished.
So. Here comes the holidays. Yay.
oh jesus. It's almost 2am and let me tell you, diet mountain dew and spiced dark rum are not exactly terrific to mix but they'll work in a pinch. Also... also... unless you have a really fucking good relationship and ...fuck, word, fuck, what word... synergy. hey, I can still spell that.
unless you have a really good situation with your family, don't fucking friend them on fucking facebook.
I should pick a fandom and write a really shitty drunkfic and see what happens. God, I miss lost.