*falls in a heap*

(Also if you're my Yuletide author, I may not be able to read your story on the 25th. I'm looking forward to it very much though!)
Another day, more articles about calc-alkaline magmatism. Also writing about Elves in the Age of Sail for reasons I do not quite understand, especially because it is rapidly heading towards Finduilas/Celebrimbor.


CORONATE, Merlin, no spoilers - Arthur's new bodyguards are determined to get him to his coronation one way or another. Arthur has other ideas.

Arthur peers at the ground. A single, bulbous globe looks back, and if the contraption of metal and glass could express any emotion, he's sure it would be looking exasperated. The thing lifts its arm-like prongs, shifting the royal robes slightly towards him, a clear invitation. Arthur declines to acknowledge it, and he seems to have the upper hand at present.

His new bodyguards move through wood, crowds and even stone with little to no trouble. He has seen them work around the issue of stairs, after a moment's consideration.

They have not yet, however, solved the issue of trees. Or rather, the issue of the tree that contains the heir to the throne and so cannot be disintergrated like all other problems (and trees. If they ever grow tired of being bodyguards, clearing forest ought to be their next job of choice.)

'CORONATE,' the thing intones, and yes, that's definitely a note of exasperation in its grating voice.

'The ceremony isn't for another three hours,' Arthur points out. 'The robes would get all crushed and messy if I put them on now.'

'CORONATE,' it repeats.

'You are being tiresome,' says Arthur in his haughtiest voice.

'CORONATE,' says his bodyguard, with a lingering flavour of right back at you, mateSire.

'I can see that there's no point in continuing this discussion until you decide to be reasonable,' Arthur says, and reaches for the next branch.

He can hear the Dalek grumbling 'CORONATE' to itself as he climbs, and he wonders how long they can live off leaves, rain and the birds that Merlin convinces to land in their tree.
Meme: Post a snippet of all the WIPs you can find on your computer.

Organised by fandom, varies between serious and utter crack.

Silmarillion )

Merlin )

Star Trek )

So in conclusion, I have a lot of things to be working on, and so I'll be back to haunting comment fic fests for a while.

OFC links

Apr. 20th, 2010 07:43 pm
Sequel of sorts to my last public post which is getting more attention than I thought. I've been trying to think of well-written OCs in my fandoms and I've come up with a few in the LOTR fandom (note that I say well-written, not canon-compliant) but I'd love to see links to fics in other fandoms. I can only think of three but to be honest, I don't going looking for OC-centric fics any more and if they turn up in canon-character-centric fics then I see them as an added bonus. So here they are:

The King's Surgeon - story of Serinde, a woman from Dol Amroth who trained as a surgeon/healer in the Houses of Healing, pissed off the wrong people (namely, Denethor) and got exiled. Whereupon she walked to Bree (yeah, walked, my legs were aching in sympathy) and set up a new life there with a husband, children and job as the town healer. She comes back to Gondor in the final months of the War of the Ring and saying more would give a lot of spoilers, but it's a good read (and long). I wasn't happy with Denethor being constantly written as the enemy of everything good, but since it's Serinde's POV (well, third-person POV, you understand?) I can understand the bias. Also awesome is that it passes the Bechdel test: there are other women and they talk about non-romantic things! Hobbits in Bree, women in Gondor, Elves in Rivendell. I think Yalie might be my favourite out of all of them.

Don't Panic! and its sequel, Okay, NOW Panic! - takes the basic plot of 'girl falls into Middle-earth' and sees what it would really be like. Penny is a regular British young woman who wakes up near Bree one morning and panics. Quite a lot. Eventually thanks to Halbarad she makes it to Rivendell but that's only the start of learning about how to live in a medieval society. At the same time she has to struggle with knowing how the story goes and how much, if anything, she should tell anyone. Like Halbarad, who dies on the Pelennor Fields, and Boromir. There's also a lot about post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) and how it would be a stigma in medieval society. One part I especially loved was Penny getting food poisoning and becoming seriously ill and not recovering fully for a couple of months after, because that's never mentioned in other GFIME fics. And Penny reads like a real LOTR fan who happens to fall into Middle-earth - she makes mistakes and gets angry at characters that she loved in the books, and she meets some of the main players but not all of them, and I love her.

The Prince and the Librarian - set in Fourth-Age Gondor, it's about Eleniel, a young woman who inherited the job of Librarian of Gondor's public library from her dead father, except the library is a dusty, disorganised mess and she has no idea if she'll ever get it sorted. Enter Eldarion, Idril (one of Eldarion's sisters) and Elboron to help her get it organised, and also enter Lady Celeglin and Lord Stelbin to oppose them. I love Eleniel! She has no family except for her brother, who's serving in the army and is away, and her cat Battleaxe. She lives by herself in a tiny room and doesn't notice what she's wearing at all and struggles to live on her meagre salary, so she skips meals and works at the local inn. But she's doing something she loves and that love of books and the library shines through in her character, and she won't compromise that. The downside of the fic is that it's unfinished, with no updates since 2006. But it stops at the highlight of the action and I have my own personal version of what happens, and I love this fic incomplete.


So that's the first thing. The other thing is about a point raised by wintercreek: where are all the canon female/OFC romances? Where are the fics where an awesome lady sweeps another awesome canon lady off her feet? And so there's a fest planned: sueducing_ladies. I probably won't write anything because I can't make my muses behave, but I will be following it with interest. Why can't Uhura be the one to seduce the Green Skinned Alien Space Babe when they beam down to a planet? What if Zoe fell in love with a fellow soldier (on the opposite side, even!) or a civilian who was later killed in the Unification War? What if Martha was on a UNIT assignment and ended up saving the world from aliens with the help of a civilian?

I love this idea, but it has given me another - ficathon about a canon character and an OFC being BFFs. I know this could vary on the fandom because canon characters are generally friends with other canon characters, but they don't exist in a vaccuum. What about the friends Uhura and Gaila made when they were in Starfleet Academy? Are they on the ships too, or are they cheering Uhura on and mourning for Gaila? What about Zoe's sisters-in-arms? What about Inara's fellow companions?

Anyway, that is something to think upon. And if you know a fic with a well-written OFC in it (she doesn't have to be the star of the show, but no cardboard cutouts either) then link it here!
Since it is finally december I feel justified in breaking out my absolute favourite christmas icon, although since my Discworld icon is from Hogfather I guess I have a christmas-themed icon all year round. But I am not a major retail company so I am not low enough to start putting up red and green in october, for chrissakes. I think it would be almost alright for Australia to have a major holiday in November just so there would be a buffer between the last holiday, which is Fathers Day I think, and Christmas. Even though I hate turkey, because really.

< / scrooge >

To be honest I am going a bit stir-crazy despite not being imprisoned in any way shape or form, I think it is because my brain has lots of little fic ideas but none of them are clear right now. It like my head is a pot full of water that is on a stove, and there are bubbles at the bottom of the pot but they're not making it to the surface yet, or possibly ever. (I really hope it's not ever.) So right now I am not a happy pot, not at all. Is anyone else having a problem like this? We can team up as Pot and Kettle and fight crime make each other write!

Also I woke up yesterday and thought it was a good idea to ship Celebrimbor/Finduilas, [livejournal.com profile] minviendha what have you done to me

Also I have been trying to sort through my photos from geology fun tiems, it looks something like this: )


Nov. 6th, 2008 06:53 pm
Denizens of Livejournal! Are you...

...in need of entertainment?
...still on a high after the results of the US Election?
...depressed at the results of the US Election?
...utterly sick of hearing about the US Election?
...doing NaNoWriMo and want to know that you're not the only one with muse issues?

If you answered 'yes' to any of these questions, then the Birthday Mathom 2008 Extravaganza is the place for you!

The Birthday Mathom 2008 Extravaganza is an amazing new concept. You prompt; our friendly neighbourhood writer drabbles!** Results released on the 11th of November!

**Limit one per customer. Fandoms limited to Tolkien, Harry Potter, Discworld, Firefly and Doctor Who. Prompt at own risk.

The Birthday Mathom 2008 Extravaganza! Don't miss it!


*Post inspiration came when I had a moment of desperate clarity today when I checked the date and went Sweet Zombie Jesus I'm going to be twenty in five days. This is an attempt to distract myself; it also serves the noble purpose of kicking my muses into action.

A more coherent explanation: It's my birthday soon. I find my own birthdays awkward, so I'm doing things the hobbit way this year: I'm the one handing out gift drabbles. Comment with your prompt and I'll drabble it up, although I accept no responsibility for the muses attacking and leaving me with a 1000-word mood piece.

Happy prompting!

(Forgot Firefly in a moment of temporary insanity; it's now up there with the rest.)

As we speak, there is a carton of strawberries sitting in the fruitbowl.

My entry for [community profile] femgenficathon is due two weeks from today.

So I have forbidden myself from eating any (more) of the former until I write the latter, or bash out a rough draft at least (which has the potential to end badly, because I am of the bordering-on-OCD edit-while-you-write persuasion).

Unstoppable force meets immovable object...




1. Indiana Jones/The Mummy crossover. I have no idea what would actually happen, but it would definitely involve the phrase 'pokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster pistol at your side'.

2. What I guess would be called an Indiana Jones prequel, ie. Henry and Brodie's adventures when they were young'uns. Flash-forwards to when they are old and have taken up fly-fishing and are remembering the good ol' days optional.

3. Supernatural/Twilight¹ crossover. I'm sure I don't need to explain.

4. Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Twilight² crossover. Once again, self-explanatory.

¹With only one slight issue, namely: I have not seen/read either canons.

²Which is facing the same problem as mad plotbunny #3.
I have some naked thoughts that rove about,    
And loudly knock to have their passage out,    
And, weary of their place, do only stay
Till thou hast decked them in thy best array;    
That so they may, without suspect or fears,    
Fly swiftly to this fair Assembly’s ears.

Apparently Milton had muse issues too. :D
Apparently the lab isn't due until the 18th. This means that I must go over it and write it properly, since I can't use the last-minute-I-know-it-fails-but-at-least-it's-in excuse. Er... yay?

In other news, I have joined the [community profile] femgenficathon after reading through the masterlist for last year and 2006. Looks like fuuuuun. This is my quote, but I'm not sure what I'll do with it yet:

Traditions are the guideposts driven deep into our subconscious minds. The most powerful ones are those we can't even describe, aren't even aware of. -- Ellen Goodman.

My [profile] 50lyricsfanfic prompt table is sadly languishing, however. I haven't written anything for weeks, which I blame on [community profile] fandomsecrets, [community profile] fanficrants, uni, my lack of private computer (soon to be remedied! eee!) and the muses. In that order. I have been reading a lot of things, however. My [profile] 50bookchallenge list now has:

29. Daughters of Britannia: the lives and times of diplomatic wives by Katie Hickman
30.  The Gunslinger by Steven King
31. The Drawing of the Three by Steven King

...yes, it's that series. I'm enjoying it, though, even if I'm halfway through Brilliance Of The Moon and haven't touched it for a week. When I've finished them, I'll start on James Barclay. Or the Soldier Son trilogy. Or the Aubrey books. Or whatever book I happen to pick up next. :P

Mmm... it's raining, and my fingers smell like mandarins. Why does lj have a current music but not a current smell option? That would be interesting, and thought-provoking. Hmm.
I feel as though I haven't updated my sadly-neglected journal since christmas, which is broadly true, because three words and a link do not an update make, however awesome the news. I was not eaten by zombies, declared an enemy of the peace, or awarded the Nobel Prize for Being Awesome, which doesn't exist but should. I guess it's a bit late for bragging about christmas swag, so I shall say only this: owl calendars, Spamalot t-shirt, and all four seasons of Blackadder ftw.

What happened...

...almost a month ago:
we flew to Adelaide on christmas day. I don't know why either, the plane was packed anyway. I miss the good ol' days of travelling to Europe when you could have three seats to yourself because everyone was afraid of SARS. In any case, I bought Hogfather at the airport so all was well. It was nice to see the relatives, and my little cousins are growing up to be very cute. They have the same set-up as my brother and I: girl and boy, two and half years apart. I think it works well. Adelaide itself feels more like a big country town than the capital of a state, but I will say this: the sky is beautiful there. They have a special sort of afternoon light that makes the hills red and orange, and it doesn't exist in Melbourne. I think it's because of the humidity in the air, but it's beautiful, and makes for great stargazing. My inner scientist is slowly taking over, because I was mostly excited about stargazing and investigating an old quarrey up in the hills. Geology and archaeology in one burst, huzzah! I convinced my brother to come with me, and we started off up the hill. It was steeper and less tree-ish than I remembered, but we pressed on. We eventually gave up about halfway up to the top, but the views were nice. We learned later that it was not, in fact, the way to the quarrey at all, and we'd tried to walk up there at midday, in mid-30s heat and 5% humidity. Sometimes we're kinda dumb that way.

Howl's Moving Castle was on the tv on Christmas night, and it was a nice end to the day. They may have taken a few liberties with the plot, but the art made it awesome. Dammit, I want to live in a house that can change locations, walks on two legs and has a snarky fire demon. I think by this act I introduced my aunt to anime, which is all good. I just hope she finds the tamer shows first.

...two weeks ago: more holidays, this time to a beach house on the coast of Victoria. While Melbourne sweltered under 40-degree days, we sat back and laughed and, er, sweltered under 40-degree days. But we had sea-breezes, so hah. I got sunburnt and it still hasn't faded, but such is the price I pay for English skin. I burn faster than an oil-soaked wad of tissue paper in the Sahari desert. We walked along the beach and waited for the New Year, and aliens tried to abduct us*.

We drove along the coast to see the Apostles Of An Indeterminate Number, and my inner geologist squeed. My family winced as I took a multitude of pictures of the eroding coastline, and listened rather unwillingly to me pointing out the layers in the rock and how the beaches were formed, etc, etc. My father and brother will warn you against travelling in a car with me along the Eastern Freeway in Melbourne, because I will not shut up about geology. Is it my fault that the freeway has an awesome collection of geological features? Seriously, they have a monocline and layered beds and synforms and antiforms and faults in the rocks and erosion and a completely different set of dark volcanic basalt rocks, I could make a geology bingo game if I could find some other people to play with...

I'm doomed, I know.

*well, surveillance helicopters. But they had large searchlights like all proper aliens.

...a week ago: I thought that my efforts to cover my local shops with resumes had finally been useful, because I got a call asking me to come in for job training. 'Huzzah!' said I, 'I will have money and a reason to get up before midday!'

The experience made me swear off shop assistant jobs for life.

I disliked wearing make-up and heeled shoes, but I could accept that as necessary. But I would have been all alone while I worked, and I am not naturally talented at selling things to people. I did six hours of training last week, and wondered if the store owners would look down on me for doing the crossword at slow points in the job. Besides that, it's been a week and no phone call, no email, no nothing. I don't even know if I've got the job, and at this point I'm inclined to decline it. I'll go back to Wholefoods and practice serving food instead. I don't mind being paid in food stamps.

On the plus side, I spent a book voucher on Reaper Man (the book that changed my views of shopping trolleys forever) and Feet of Clay. I feel like a true Discworld fan. I've read all the books apart from FaustEric and Wintersmith, and I am the proud owner of:

Guards! Guards!
The Wee Free Men
Good Omens
Reaper Man
Going Postal
Feet of Clay
Making Money
(which I'm disinclined to include, because I didn't enjoy it.)

...this week: I have not done very much apart from reading [community profile] metaquotes and [community profile] fandom_secrets, and visiting the library. My goal this year is to read fifty new books, and I'm up to four so far, although I went to the library and came back with... er... seven. My backpack is a thing of beauty. Spacious! Red! Padded straps! Multiple sections! Pockets! And what I like most is a little carabena hook for keys. It is awesome.

I also bought new sunglasses, because my old ones have been with me for at least five years and I was getting sick of tightening the screws constantly, even if doing so with my penknife was interesting on the bus. The new ones are black, and apparently have seven layers of protection, which makes me feel better about the price. 'Forty dollars!' quoth I, 'this is a sore price on a uni student budget!' But they sang sweetly* and convinced me.

*the constant stream of strange music at K-mart may have influenced my mental state at this point.

...this weekend: Apparently, the wildlife of the eastern suburbs of Melbourne loves me. While out walking during the last two days, I have crossed paths with kookaburras, a turtle, a tiny possum and two Tawny Frogmouths (and as I now know from my perfectionist brother, they are not in fact owls, in the same way that daddylonglegs are not spiders. But I digress.) I got within two meters of the second one, and it was beautiful, if rather stupid. It flew down onto the gutter, and then didn't move when a car approached. I had to shoo it away, silly thing. I have also had to escort a grasshopper from my bedroom, and a spider from the living room.

And now I must go away and beat my muses into submission if I want to get anything done at all. Yes, Beruthiel, I am looking at you. And it doesn't help that I want to write The Muse's Guide to AuthorsWriting Slaves.


EL: Hey, classes are over! Huzzah!

MUSES: Hurrah, writing time!

EL: Um, guys, I kinda hafta study for exams.

MUSES: *puppy eyes*

EL: Oh, all right. But only a couple of fics.




It was awesome and wonderful and hilarious and... and... and... *gibbers*. Best. Musical. EVER. More coherence later.


Here's a Howard, there's a Howard,
And another little Howard
Fuzzy Howard, funny Howard,
Howard, Howard, Rudd!


And here's a little snippet of fic I'm working on, which features Beruthiel of all people. My muses are so unfocused, they sprawl everywhere.

Osgiliath under a bright summer sun was quite an agreeable place, Berúthiel concluded. It was not as warm as Umbar, but like the city of her birth it was a trade centre, and while the wares were not as exotic the marketplaces helped to curb her homesickness. It was, in any case, preferable to Pelargir, which stank of fish, salt and fresh-cut wood, and seemed to her to be permanently grey and foggy whatever the weather elsewhere. As an added bonus, Osgiliath did not, at the present time, contain her husband.

A romantic tradition in Umbar said that the men and women of that city had fire in their veins. If that were true, Berúthiel thought scornfully, Gondorian blood would be muddy salt water. These people had little wit and no sense of adventure.
I am hungry and there is nothing in the house that I want to eat or can be bothered to make, I have read all my books and have no others, I am sunburnt for the second time in as many days and hate the weather for being cool and overcast and tricking me into thinking that summer is not almost here, and as usual the muses have buggered off as soon as I have time for them.

Perhaps it's not so topical any more, but I've decided that I really want a transformer iPod. His name is Bob right now, but I imagine that his Autobot name would be Trax or something punnish like that. He'd follow me around on little legs, and communicate via song titles. He could grab whatever song we wanted from the internet. Admittedly, he'd probably be off saving the world at least twice a week, but it would be worth it.

Then again, when I consider the following, I'm beginning to think that he is a transformer, and he just hasn't told me yet.

On the bus home a couple of weeks ago, and it was raining - and then it turned into a monsoonal sort of rain. And then it started hailing. It only lasted a couple of minutes, but it looked like it had snowed. While I was watching this quite happily, because I like storms, Bob (who was on shuffle), who apparently has a fine sense of irony, started playing 'Turn Up The Sun'. I was amused.

Now I want to write fic where the Daleks arrive on Earth to take over the planet, only to find that the iPods have done so already. Back, muses, back! *Beats off muses with a stick/actual homework, whatever works.*
Dear Muses,

Look, I know you get bored sometimes. I know I've been spending a lot of time with Turin, but I did claim him for [profile] 50lyricsfanfic. I will make time for you eventually, just be patient. You can't make me sign up for [community profile] 100_womenor [profile] 10_inspirationsjust because of guilt.

No, you can't!

There will be no buts on this matter. I have a multitude of fic ideas in my head, a writing challenge to finish, uni classes to attend and a powerful need to eat and sleep this year.



Dear El,

We are truly sorry for any inconvenience we have caused you. Of course we understand the need for eating and sleeping, although some of us are less than convinced about the need for this thing you call 'university'. Of course we would not dream of prodding you with fic ideas until you join at least one of the afformentioned writing challenges.

And we're sure that the list you're making of female characters in Tolkien's writing is going to be used for something that is entirely different and separate from writing.

~With love from the Muses


Dear Muses,

DamnThankyou for your complete and utter lack of co-operation in this matter. 



Dear El,

Mwahahaha! We shall overcome! And we're not going to budge. Your head is a comfortable place, even if it's rather crowded. You're welcome.

~The Muses


Apr. 30th, 2007 07:24 pm

I debated with myself about putting this under a cut. Not because it's anything particularly personal or distressing (I hope...), but because the cut means it can be safely ignored when people want to read more interesting posts. But then again, would curiousity prompt readers to click on the link anyway? And would they then be disappointed that there wasn't anything world-shattering under the cut?


Feb. 3rd, 2007 01:39 pm
Damn plotbunnies, you get bitten once and suddenly there's a feeding frenzy. On Thursday, I wrote a drabble, thus breaking my [profile] 50lyricsfanfic drought.

On Friday, I wrote three.

Today, I've posted four.

This thus brings me up to 13 fics out of 50 done for [profile] 50lyricsfanfic, and I'm wondering what's going to happen tomorrow.

Edit: And another.
The Lyric Table

Title: Leavetaking
The Silmarillion – Of Túrin Turambar
Characters: Morwen, Túrin, OC
Prompt: 011. should I bite my tongue, until blood soaks my shirt; we'll never fall apart, tell me why this hurts so much
Word Count: 257
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Morwen after Túrin’s departure.
Author's Notes: Damn bunnies, breed and multiply and remind me that I should write more fic. I got Unfinished Tales for Christmas, so that should keep them happy. Morwen and Túrin belong to Tolkien, but Saeleth belongs to me, and her name (‘wise-woman’) comes from Real Elvish. Valar bless you, Real Elvish.

And I totally love using archaic words like ‘westering’ in fics.

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