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Feb. 23rd, 2009 12:43 amExcellent. I appear to be writing the Peter/Bond story, and it is called "Our Far-Flung Battle Line" and is told from Bond's POV.
Feb. 23rd, 2009
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Feb. 23rd, 2009 02:06 amWHAT. THE. FUCK.
Bookstore Guy just followed up again, and I ignored the last e-mail. TAKE A HINT, BUDDY. CLEARLY NOT INTERESTED.
Bookstore Guy just followed up again, and I ignored the last e-mail. TAKE A HINT, BUDDY. CLEARLY NOT INTERESTED.
on the state of me
Feb. 23rd, 2009 11:34 amI have been scarce the past week or so, mostly because it is currently Mardi Gras season in New Orleans (if one hasn't figured that particular point out yet) and I end up at the parades, which requires the better part of an hour of walking (which I'm not opposed to) there, the parade itself, and then the better part of an hour walking back, and then I end up hanging out in my friend Leslie's room watching movies. Or, last night, the Oscars followed by Music & Lyrics. Sometimes ALL DAY, for the morning/afternoon parades.
In other words: this social life thing? I appear to be developing it. This is actually a more bizarre occurrence for me than one might think. (Or not, who knows.)
Naturally, this hasn't led to much writing. I do have a little more on Dust 12, but it's haphazard at best; I think I'm going to go back and cut most of it and flesh the rest out. Then there's "Our Far-Flung Battle Line", begun yesterday during the Oscars (this is how geeky my friends and I are: we sit around and watch the Oscars and write. Well, I wrote, Leslie read A Clash of Kings, and Elizabeth played Frogger. But close enough for government work), which is the Peter/Bond fic.
It's kind of refreshing to write Bond; he's kind of a classic character, so there's that, and then I don't have to do the kind of intricate world- and plot-building I do with Narnia. It's just like, "Okay, he's in a jungle sometime after WWII and there are enemy soldiers and a secret bunker in the woods. Carry on!"
There's also "Legio Patria Nostra", which is frustrating the hell out of me by switching frantically back and forth between past tense and present tense. Make a decision, dammit.
Currently reading Cryptonomicon and trying to figure out if I like it or not. Just finished Sharpe's Sword and am still wondering the same thing. (I...started with, like, the last book in the series, didn't I?)
In other words: this social life thing? I appear to be developing it. This is actually a more bizarre occurrence for me than one might think. (Or not, who knows.)
Naturally, this hasn't led to much writing. I do have a little more on Dust 12, but it's haphazard at best; I think I'm going to go back and cut most of it and flesh the rest out. Then there's "Our Far-Flung Battle Line", begun yesterday during the Oscars (this is how geeky my friends and I are: we sit around and watch the Oscars and write. Well, I wrote, Leslie read A Clash of Kings, and Elizabeth played Frogger. But close enough for government work), which is the Peter/Bond fic.
It's kind of refreshing to write Bond; he's kind of a classic character, so there's that, and then I don't have to do the kind of intricate world- and plot-building I do with Narnia. It's just like, "Okay, he's in a jungle sometime after WWII and there are enemy soldiers and a secret bunker in the woods. Carry on!"
There's also "Legio Patria Nostra", which is frustrating the hell out of me by switching frantically back and forth between past tense and present tense. Make a decision, dammit.
Currently reading Cryptonomicon and trying to figure out if I like it or not. Just finished Sharpe's Sword and am still wondering the same thing. (I...started with, like, the last book in the series, didn't I?)
I am so sore -- I think I'm getting sick, and it's that fun and exciting type of cold that just makes my joints ache, on top of my legs already hurting from all the goddamned walking we've been doing. This is one of the few times ever that I really just want to take a hot bath -- which is kind of an impossibility due to the whole dorm situation. I'm just going to sit here and drink hot tea and eat apples and watch TV. Between the antioxidants and the vitamin C, that should get me somewhere, I hope. Going to Proteus and Orpheus tonight was a mistake, I think -- I could barely move after Orpheus ended. But just one more day.