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May 6, 2019
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Not saying anything, but this is just a fun addition, I feel:
For the fanfic ask game: H, D (for any of your fics), and G! <3
Oooh, okay! In that order? Let’s see here…
H: How would you describe your style?
I would say that it’s pretty much strictly good, old-fashioned narrative. Nothing too crazy. Every now and then I’ll experiment with a slightly more poetic style (my story Want, for instance), but I never got into stream-of-consciousness or song-style fics, etc. Just plain old story-telling. The most I change anything up in terms of style is whether to have more than one POV, or a potential deviation in tense. For the vast majority, I tell stories in present tense, but occasionally the opening is all backstory so I’ll tell it in past perfect, then move into the present once we’ve caught up. In my current project, there are actually four POVs, which is an unusual number for me!
D: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]?
No, not at all. I find that music provides way too much influence over a story, so I keep my environment in strict silence while I’m writing. Sometimes I’ll even wear noise-cancelling headphones, but play nothing. Lol.
G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?
Start to finish, always. I can always feel it when a story has been written in chunks, because the chunks rarely fit together seamlessly. You can feel the seams. No matter how much I want to write a particular scene or section (and there’s ALWAYS a scene like that!!), I make myself work through the rest of the story until I’ve reached that point. It takes discipline, honestly, but if the pay off is a story that’s better paced than it would have been otherwise, it’s worth it to me!
May 5, 2019
@the-moon-loves-the-sea - who is apparently my future spouse - tagged me in this thing! 1. are you...
@the-moon-loves-the-sea - who is apparently my future spouse - tagged me in this thing!
1. are you named after anyone?
Not my first name, but my two middle names are my mother’s first name and the first of her two last names. :)
2. when was the last time you cried?
Less than an hour ago, watching GoT.
3. do you have/want kids?
Do not have, do not want.
4. do you use sarcasm a lot?
Yup.
5. what’s the first thing you notice about people?
It really depends on the person!
6. what’s your eye colour?
Green or blue, depending on my mood, what I’m wearing, what’s around me, etc. It’s easier to get them to look green than blue, so I usually say green. :)
7. scary movie or happy ending?
Definitely a happy ending!
8. any special talents?
I started my career as an opera singer, so I could reasonably claim singing here, I think. I like to think that I write well, cook well, conduct choirs well, and generally teach well.
9. where were you born?
The Canadian prairies. :)
10. what are your hobbies?
Writing, cooking, coaching my nutritional clients, working out, arranging music (though I don’t currently have a choir to make sing it, lol), reading, generally being a geek, catching up on political satire, looking for ever new ways to destroy the patriarchy. You know. As one does.
11. do you have any pets?
No. My beloved Toby, who died in August 2017, has eternal pride of place in my heart.
12. what sports do you play/have you played?
I’ve done sporty things in the past, like during high school days (basketball, volleyball, floor hockey, etc). I played on a women’s hockey team during my first year of college, played baseball, etc. The only sport I’ve played more than once since then is broomball, which is only very loosely a “sport”. It’s played on ice, like on a hockey rink, always outside. It’s sort of like hockey but you don’t wear skates, there’s no limit to how many people can be on a team, and instead of hockey sticks you use a “broom” that has a hard plastic end and instead of a puck there’s a ball, usually semi-deflated because this sport is best played when it’s at least -22 C outside. The official goal is to hit your team’s ball into the net/goal area if no net available of the opposing them, but the unofficial and vastly more fun goal is basically whacking other people in the shins with your broom when you get into a knot that’s fighting to get the ball. It’s pretty great.
Non-team sports: these days, I lift weights, jog/elliptical (is there a verb for that? I ellipt? Lol), cross-country ski, cycle, and walk a crap ton. I have a genuine goal to learn how to kite surf at some point. We’ll see!
13. how tall are you?
5′4″. Hobbit.
14. favourite subject in school?
Always English and choir, in high school. In my various degrees following, it really depended on the degree!
15. dream job?
Stay-at-home fanfic writer, lol.
I’m supposed to tag 15 mutuals now, so here goes (and again, pulling this from my recent activity because I never know how to choose people!!): @shana-movershaker, @thegreatgherkin87, @kittenmadnessandtea, @angielucy1, @chrissymbod, @stripedsilverfeline, @totallysilvergirl, @yaycoffee, @dubiouslynamed, @wssh13, @witch-lock, @aliasblack73, @blogstandbygo, @poeticallydead, @savage-pineapples. Go! :)
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replied to your chat “Find your match: tag game”
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replied to your chat “Find your match: tag game”
Awww @silentauroriamthereal you’re my match!
Whoa, cool!! When are we getting married??? I’m free tomorrow night! :D
whodwantmeasaflatmate:The parade of emotions in those...
The parade of emotions in those eyebrows.
The pure shade, the utter, elegant scorn of that eyebrow
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Find your match: tag gameHi lovesies, I kinda had an idea, after taking this test I found on @matstegen blog, about Creative Types.
So, I found out that, out of the eight possible creative personalities, I’m a thinker (the description totally suits me, btw lol). And I thought “How cool would it be if among my lovely mutuals I could find the other seven personalities that match and complete mine?”
So here I am, starting this ‘tag game’…
Rules:
Take the test
Reblog this post with what type you got
Tag 7 mutuals to do the same!Let’s find our matches people!
I’m tagging: @sweetgcreature @its-a-metephor-brian @bohemiandelilah @gottabecool-relax @instantezra @radio-ha-ha @littledarlingwellaway cause they are my squad, but if you want to try and do this, you’re more than welcome!
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May 4, 2019
K & R ? ♡
:)
K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?
I’ve had a few winners there… Mary sexually assaulting John after she finds out that John kissed Sherlock during their separation between her shooting Sherlock and Christmas (that would be in Scars, heed the warnings!), Sherlock confessing his feelings and John not returning them (Love Is), John confessing his feelings and Sherlock refusing him out of concern that it would destabilize their already-tenuous friendship (In the Still of the Night), Sherlock waking from a coma to find that he’s lost all memory of the past six years, including the five or so that he’s apparently been married to John (The Wisteria Tree), Sherlock finding out that John’s been cheating on Mary repeatedly, but not with him (Anyone Else), John finding a bunch of old, unsent letters of Sherlock’s written while he was away, which very much give away his feelings for John (The Unfinished Letters)… but the winner has to be The Final Proof.
I had written the first story, At the Heart of it All, which is a gentle story about Sherlock and John finally getting together in a non-angsty, easy way. In that story, John finds out toward the end that Sherlock is running an experiment in an effort to scientifically prove his own ability to love by running scans on the brains of people who have loved and been loved versus the brains of people who lived lives without a lot of love in them. Sherlock even says something about wishing he could run the same tests on his own brain at the end of his life, but that would obviously be a bit difficult. So then I had this terrible idea about writing a story set at the end of their lives, wherein Sherlock dies (of old age), but first asks John to still run that test and complete his experiment. The very IDEA of this story made me tear up. And then my evil muses made me write it. It was awful. Lol. Honestly, I think it’s one of my better pieces, but 99% of the people who have read it have told me about how hard it made them cry, but they usually say something about it having been quite beautiful, too, so there’s that? Sherlock dies in the story. John dies at the end. Everyone dies. But it’s beautiful. Lol. (Read it here, if you want.)
R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?
No. I actually very specifically avoid reading a lot of other fanfic in the particular attempt to avoid being influenced by other people’s ideas or styles. I don’t even read much meta for the same reason. I would just rather come to my own conclusions and come up with my own ideas. That said, literally every author I’ve ever read before has inevitably influenced me in whatever way. The major authors of my life have been Tolkien, L’Engle, Murakami, Montgomery, John Irving, George R. R. Martin, John Adams, and a ton of dystopian literature. Some of those I admire for one aspect, but would never want to imitate in other respects (world building vs characterization and dialogue with GRRM, for instance). It’s always interesting to see how another author will choose to word something, characterize something, plot/pace something, but what I’m always looking to do better and better is to find my own voice and hone that, rather than learn to imitate someone else’s, if that makes any sense. :)
May 3, 2019
Hello!! :) X and Y for the fanfic ask game, if you please? Hope you are having a good day/night, which ever is happening when you see this <33333333
Hello, lovely! :)
X: A character you enjoy making suffer.
John. Don’t get me wrong: I adore John Watson. But he’s a fucked up dude with a lot to apologize for. That doesn’t mean that he’s the only one. Sherlock should have explained that he was blackmailed into faking his suicide in front of John and that his ongoing silence was actually saving John’s life. John hasn’t been acting from the perspective of full information here. That said, his choice to go back to the person who put a bullet in Sherlock’s heart, his choice not to so much as thank Sherlock for sparing him having to live with the consequences of his criminal wife’s entire career of crime, never mind even consider naming their child after him, his completely unfair choice to blame Sherlock for Mary’s death (an action which misogynistically denies both Vivian Norbury and Mary Morstan their own agency in their choices of the moment), his refusal to see Sherlock, his choice to beat him to a bloody pulp right after their medically-trained friend he was weeks away from death, his choice to walk out of his life without even having the decency to say goodbye to Sherlock’s (conscious) face, and finally his reluctant acknowledgement that Mary’s death wasn’t Sherlock’s fault without apologizing for any of the rest of it, then crediting Mary for the belief that Sherlock, not Mary, always had in John’s inherent goodness and quality… yeah. I want to see John succeed at being the better version of himself that shines through at so many other times. I want to see him work through some of his issues and figure out how to be proactive, rather than reactive to the events around him, to learn how to take responsibility for his own choices and stop putting it all on Sherlock. I want him to be living his best life, and I firmly believe that that life is with Sherlock. I believe that they can be very, very good for each other, far better than anyone else would be for either of them. John just needs to learn how to make better choices, and I think that that process will inherently make him suffer. He’s already suffered a lot and I don’t want him to have to deal with more pain, but to grow in this much needed way, it’s pretty inevitable.
Y: A character you want to protect.
Sherlock. He’s the only character in this universe who ever seems to have to be punished for not only his own choices (which he certainly is), but also for other people’s choices, over and over and over again. And also, he makes shitty decisions sometimes. I also want to protect him from himself. Lol.
F and I for the fanfic ask game ❤️
Hmm, good questions!
F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.
Man, this is tough! I couldn’t decide between a funny/lighter scene or a dramatic one, so I went with the first (though the rest of the fic is heavy enough - heed the warnings if you choose to click!). This comes from the opening of my story The Impossible Word:
They laugh all the way to Baker Street and stagger up the stairs. Later Sherlock will realise that he has no idea which of them paid, or how. Or if. (It doesn’t matter.) John pulls his jacket off and throws it on the floor, then kicks his shoes off in different directions before charging into the kitchen to fill two tea mugs with whiskey. “Get ice,” he orders, and Sherlock ambles happily over to the freezer to see if there are any ice cubes after taking off his suit jacket. Too tight.
He eschews the bag of frozen toes (though they would cool the whiskey just as well and the alcohol content would take care of any bacteria, John would likely object) and to his surprise, discovers that there is indeed a full ice tray. He brings the whole thing over to the whiskey and is surprised by how difficult it seems to be to get the ice out. He manages it after a bit, fingers clumsily dropping in handfuls of cubes into the whiskey and onto the floor (the latter not planned, but nevertheless). “Whoops,” he says mildly, and holds the tray out to John. “Put it back by the toes.”
John takes it without arguing and looks at the ice on the floor. “You’re drunk,” he proclaims.
Sherlock frowns. “Not really,” he says, but it’s not a very strong protest. John is probably right. “Not very,” he amends.
John tosses the ice tray into the freezer without looking and comes back over. “Cheers,” he says, picking up his mug and banging it harder than necessary against Sherlock’s.
“Cheers,” Sherlock echoes, and takes a long drink. The whiskey starts warm and ends cool as the ice takes immediate effect – interesting, he thinks. Maybe not that interesting. Never mind.
John wanders over to his chair and sits down. “Fire?”
Sherlock goes to join him. “You can light one if you want.”
John thinks about it, then expels his breath through his lips, making a silly sound. “Too much work.”
“Agreed.” Sherlock gets himself into his chair, carefully trying not to spill his whiskey, though the mug is half-empty already.
“Game?” John asks.
“Have you become monosyllabic?”
“What?”
“That,” Sherlock says, gesturing vaguely with his mug. Some of the whiskey sloshes over and onto his hand, somehow. He drinks more of it to solve the problem. “You. You’ve gone mono- monospyllakic.” He tries again, concentrating. “Monosyllabic,” he pronounces carefully.
“No,” John says, frowning at him.
Sherlock starts to laugh, through his nose. “You did it again! ‘Fire. Game. What? No!’” He imitates, still laughing.
“Shaddup,” John drawls. He’s half slid down in his chair and puts his feet on the edge of Sherlock’s, one on either side of his legs.
Sherlock is slightly surprised to find that their chairs are close enough for John to do that. Did one of them move them closer? He can’t remember. “I’m surprised your legs can reach,” he comments lightly, but he can’t quite repress the grin that comes out with it.
“Fuck you,” John says amiably. “Just because I haven’t got ten-mile-long stork legs doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with mine.”
“No, they serve you quite well,” Sherlock says seriously. “They reach the ground and convey you about on it, as I recall. And I don’t have stork legs. They’re just longer than yours.”
John lifts one of his legs to kick Sherlock in the knee with the underside of his heel. “Cock,” he says.
“One syllable again,” Sherlock says. “You’re good at this game! If only I had realised years ago that your secret brilliance lay in your ability to speak like a Neanderthal.”
“Oh, that’s it,” John says, and kicks him again. Sherlock retaliates by putting his legs in John’s lap and digging his toes into John’s stomach. John starts to laugh in his high-pitched giggle and grabs at his feet. “Don’t!”
“Another single syllable – you really – ”
“Don’t, I’m ticklish, you bastard!” John gripes, still gasping. He struggles to sit upward, then launches himself across the small space, hauling Sherlock out of his chair and onto the floor.
Sherlock is glad he took off the jacket; as it is, the tightness of his shirt is hampering his movements somewhat. It comes untucked as they wrestle and that helps, but then John gets him on his back again, pinning him, tickling him and Sherlock is helpless with laughter. “Stop!” he begs, and John rolls off him, both of them panting with laughter as they lie on their backs, recovering.
And then John reaches over and puts his hand directly on Sherlock’s crotch.
(Read the rest here, if you like!)
I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?
Nah, I don’t really believe in guilty pleasures, in the sense of being ashamed of liking something. Well - there are lines, I suppose, but no, nothing that I enjoy reading or writing would cross any of mine! I do rather enjoy drawing out the torturous awkward phases before the resolution. Okay - maybe writing known tropes, which is something I generally avoid. I’ve only actively, knowingly done it twice, for my two fake-couple-for-a-case stories (Bridging the Ravine and The Bells of King’s College).
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