elisi: (Writing)
People always look back at the year that's gone to see what they wrote. And from a stricktly fannish perspective, my record is, um, sparse.

I finished Stepping Sideways: Pete's World (10 chapters, Doctor Who AU) and also wrote We Might as Well be Strangers (2/2) (same AU, [profile] luckweaver wrote part 1.

And then I wrote To Missy's Credit, a birthday fic set post Hell Bent, featuring Missy and the General. (Fun & short.)

However, that doesn't mean I didn't write. I wrote *loads*, practically a novel's worth. (I should probably check the word count.)

You may remember me mentioning a story called 'George' some time last year. Offshoot of an AU, and with a single toe in Doctor Who - but that's irrelevant, it's essentially original, and may end up as an actual novel. Hence me posting it flocked to my other LJ when_i_write.

It is... well, it started out as a 'Coming Out' story, but then grew and grew. So now it's more of a Coming Of Age story, and follows George (a very very ordinary boy, who just happens to be gay, and doesn't really take kindly to being labelled and stereotyped) from age 15 to age 27. And it is now FINISHED OMG!

If you are curious to check it out, the first chapter is here (not flocked) and if you are curious to read more, just leave a comment here or there, and I'll add you back. (Yes I know, LJ and Russia and all the rest and I'll probably import the whole thing to a DreamWidth account, but right now I'm just so happy that I've FINISHED IT, that other things have to wait.)

If you *do* want to check it out I will love you forever btw. These are all MY characters (except a brief cameo from Capt Jack) and I love them all dearly. <3

ETA: So, I just checked the word count... A little over 200,000 words. Well. That's a novel. Or two. Crickey. I mean, I knew it was LONG, but damn.

Hey - please all read my INSANELY long first draft novel, crammed FULL of gay characters. (And a handful of bi, trans, etc. Also POCs. I probably screw up a LOT, since these are not my issues, but I am trying?)

huh

3 September 2016 04:22 pm
elisi: (Writing is hard! by missmurchison)

elisi: (Writing)

Ugh

7 March 2016 11:48 am
elisi: (Writing is hard! by missmurchison)
I'm trying to write, and it's like scooping up water with a sieve.

Bloody meta.

ETA: Although this music is the best for writing:



At least for writing about Clara. :)
elisi: (Not The Last by kathyh (not sharable))
So, a little over a year ago I did the WIP meme.

And looking back I'm feeling rather accomplished.

I finished My Immortal 2, and wrote all of Trust Me (I'm a Lying Liar Who Lies) and am now working on Chapter 19 of Dating the Cleverest Boy in the World, when the excerpt I posted then was the beginning of Chapter 9. (Which has moved the story from Christmas 2025 to Christmas 2027...)

However, I've also added a WIP to my list. The working title is 'Five Ways Jack Harkness Didn't Meet River Song'. (Or maybe 'Five Ways Jack Harkness Didn't Meet the Doctor's Wife'.) Which will range from fluff to very dark stuff.

Excerpt [from one of the dark pieces] )

I tinker with now and again, but it's refusing to work as it should, besides which my head is mostly being consumed by my darling Alex, so it could be a while before you see it. In the meantime, you're more than welcome to dip into my AU 'verse (Masterpost: Not The Last). It's my very own little playground where I try to examine what it means to be a Time Lord through my set-up: What would it be like for a Time Lord child (the Master's son, born during TYTNW - everything goes AU from thereon) to grow up on earth, always knowing that his real home has been destroyed, and having to patch together a way of living with the Doctor in loco parentis, Jack as a big brother figure, and his father in the wings, whispering about power and danger and the rights of his heritage...

Or rather, it's an examination of Time Lords through the prism of this very specific character and his very specific story. (He is so much his father's son - I re-read the naming of things recently (Best. Master fic. Ever. If you haven't read it, run, don't walk) - and I almost got chills at how much of Alex's reasoning I could see in young!Koschei...)

Anyway, if anyone feels like dipping their toes into my 'verse, the first stories aren't long ('Dating' being the odd one out in that it just keeps growing. Although I know exactly where it's going).

I am useless at trying to sell myself, after I got flamed years and years ago when I was a total newbie, so this is a vague sort of attempt at enticing more than 5 readers to the thing I am probably most invested in of anything I've written, because it's mine. The sandbox isn't, of course, but it is so far removed from canon now that it feels original. And I - selfishly - want my characters to be loved, because they're so dear to me.

Apologies for the ramble. And an excerpt from the very beginning of 'Not the Last'... Just because. *g* Read more... )
elisi: (Dating by kathyh)
So, there was New Who and Meta and ~Things~ which means I've not managed to get any fic writing done. Doesn't mean they haven't been in my thoughts...

For those curious about where Alex's head is at )
elisi: (Alexander)
OK, so I've been planning on making this post for AGES and AGES, but since the next chapter [of 'Dating the Cleverest Boy in the World'] is nearing completion (!!!) and the whole 'verse is eating my head to a degree you wouldn't believe (hey I know where it's all going! *dances*), I thought I'd pull myself together & actually write all this down. Esp as it's been forever since I last posted, and I'm sure people have probably forgotten all my OCs... (Not that I can blame them. Apologies again for my slowness.)

For those scratching their head, this is my AU 'verse Not the Last (<- index post), centering around the Master's son, born during the Year That Never Was. (What's it like to grow up as the last member of the mightiest species in the universe, with the Master and the Doctor as role models? Answer: You forge your own path.)

Anyways, lists and stuff under the cut, as well as a few photos. If you've ever wondered what Alex looks like, then this is the post for you - I even used one of the pictures to make this icon. \o/ It's a bit rough (will probably update as I get more proficient), but Promethia pointed me towards a programme called Gnu Image Manipulation Programme (GIMP for short - a rather unfortunate acronym, although easy to remember), and I am almost able to sorta maybe use it.

A few photos if you want a better idea of Alex's looks )

And character lists/basic info under here, along with brief descriptions... )
elisi: (Alexander)
OK, so I've been planning on making this post for AGES and AGES, but since the next chapter [of 'Dating the Cleverest Boy in the World'] is nearing completion (!!!) and the whole 'verse is eating my head to a degree you wouldn't believe (hey I know where it's all going! *dances*), I thought I'd pull myself together & actually write all this down. Esp as it's been forever since I last posted, and I'm sure people have probably forgotten all my OCs... (Not that I can blame them. Apologies again for my slowness.)

For those scratching their head, this is my AU 'verse Not the Last (<- index post), centering around the Master's son, born during the Year That Never Was. (What's it like to grow up as the last member of the mightiest species in the universe, with the Master and the Doctor as role models? Answer: You forge your own path.)

Anyways, lists and stuff under the cut, as well as a few photos. If you've ever wondered what Alex looks like, then this is the post for you - I even used one of the pictures to make this icon. \o/ It's a bit rough (will probably update as I get more proficient), but Promethia pointed me towards a programme called Gnu Image Manipulation Programme (GIMP for short - a rather unfortunate acronym, although easy to remember), and I am almost able to sorta maybe use it.

A few photos if you want a better idea of Alex's looks )

And character lists/basic info under here, along with brief descriptions... )

\o/

4 June 2012 06:49 pm
elisi: (Yay by geeky_graphics)
Guess who just finished a rough draft of the epilogue to 'Trust Me (I'm a Lying Liar Who Lies)'?



No not John Barrowman, me! *g*

*cheers for Bank Holidays*

\o/

4 June 2012 06:49 pm
elisi: (Yay by geeky_graphics)
Guess who just finished a rough draft of the epilogue to 'Trust Me (I'm a Lying Liar Who Lies)'?



No not John Barrowman, me! *g*

*cheers for Bank Holidays*
elisi: (Doctor & River (team))
From Neil Gaiman:

Some thoughts on writing, and driving in fog, and the usual

It's a weird thing, writing.

Sometimes you can look out across what you're writing, and it's like looking out over a landscape on a glorious, clear summer's day. You can see every leaf on every tree, and hear the birdsong, and you know where you'll be going on your walk.

And that's wonderful.

Sometimes it's like driving through fog. You can't really see where you're going. You have just enough of the road in front of you to know that you're probably still on the road, and if you drive slowly and keep your headlamps lowered you'll still get where you were going.

And that's hard while you're doing it, but satisfying at the end of a day like that, where you look down and you got 1500 words that didn't exist in that order down on paper, half of what you'd get on a good day, and you drove slowly, but you drove.

And sometimes you come out of the fog into clarity, and you can see just what you're doing and where you're going, and you couldn't see or know any of that five minutes before.

And that's magic.

~~~

Read that the other day and oh, isn't it just perfect? <3

March Madness has started again and it's this odd thing on the very edge of my vision. Life is so busy that I can't even begin to contemplate caring about it. (And oh, I adored last year...) Although if you are desperate to get more votes for your darlings, I'll oblige. I have no affiliations apart from the Doctor and River (and Spike & Buffy, natch).

I keep meaning to write posts (about Lent and... other things which escape my mind right now), but I just never have the time/energy, as whenever I *do* have time I try to work on my fic (posted Chapter 7 yesterday). Reckon there'll be 3 more chapters (+ an epilogue). Why do I do this to myself? Well, I do it because I can't not write it... It's nibbling at the back of my mind wherever I am.

Anyway, must go. So much to do... This was a very random post.
elisi: (Doctor & River (team))
From Neil Gaiman:

Some thoughts on writing, and driving in fog, and the usual

It's a weird thing, writing.

Sometimes you can look out across what you're writing, and it's like looking out over a landscape on a glorious, clear summer's day. You can see every leaf on every tree, and hear the birdsong, and you know where you'll be going on your walk.

And that's wonderful.

Sometimes it's like driving through fog. You can't really see where you're going. You have just enough of the road in front of you to know that you're probably still on the road, and if you drive slowly and keep your headlamps lowered you'll still get where you were going.

And that's hard while you're doing it, but satisfying at the end of a day like that, where you look down and you got 1500 words that didn't exist in that order down on paper, half of what you'd get on a good day, and you drove slowly, but you drove.

And sometimes you come out of the fog into clarity, and you can see just what you're doing and where you're going, and you couldn't see or know any of that five minutes before.

And that's magic.

~~~

Read that the other day and oh, isn't it just perfect? <3

March Madness has started again and it's this odd thing on the very edge of my vision. Life is so busy that I can't even begin to contemplate caring about it. (And oh, I adored last year...) Although if you are desperate to get more votes for your darlings, I'll oblige. I have no affiliations apart from the Doctor and River (and Spike & Buffy, natch).

I keep meaning to write posts (about Lent and... other things which escape my mind right now), but I just never have the time/energy, as whenever I *do* have time I try to work on my fic (posted Chapter 7 yesterday). Reckon there'll be 3 more chapters (+ an epilogue). Why do I do this to myself? Well, I do it because I can't not write it... It's nibbling at the back of my mind wherever I am.

Anyway, must go. So much to do... This was a very random post.
elisi: (Writing is hard! by missmurchison)
Stolen from my flist. Because I have NO TIME, but I love all these stories. (Everything un-beta'd & a bit rough and I go a little over the three sentences with most of these.)

Post the first sentence (or three) from every WIP you're currently working on, even if it's very short. Then invite people to ask questions about your WIPs. With any luck, you'll get talking about writing, and the motivation to take that WIP one step closer to completion will appear as if by magic!

OK, here goes. Mostly Doctor Who, although there's a bit of Buffy in there too... )
elisi: (Writing is hard! by missmurchison)
Stolen from my flist. Because I have NO TIME, but I love all these stories. (Everything un-beta'd & a bit rough and I go a little over the three sentences with most of these.)

Post the first sentence (or three) from every WIP you're currently working on, even if it's very short. Then invite people to ask questions about your WIPs. With any luck, you'll get talking about writing, and the motivation to take that WIP one step closer to completion will appear as if by magic!

OK, here goes. Mostly Doctor Who, although there's a bit of Buffy in there too... )
elisi: (Metaphors by promethia_tenk)
Petrichor is the scent of rain on dry earth. The word is constructed from Greek, petra, meaning stone + ichor, the fluid that flows in the veins of the gods in Greek mythology.

The term was coined in 1964 by two Australian researchers, Bear and Thomas, for an article in the journal Nature. In the article, the authors describe how the smell derives from an oil exuded by certain plants during dry periods, whereupon it is absorbed by clay-based soils and rocks. During rain, the oil is released into the air along with another compound, geosmin, producing the distinctive scent. In a follow-up paper, Bear and Thomas (1965) showed that the oil retards seed germination and early plant growth.

"Do you find it easy to get drunk on words?"
"So easy that, to tell you the truth, I am seldom perfectly sober. Which accounts for my talking so much."
Gaudy Night

The family watched The Doctor's Wife last night, and afterwards Darcy came up to me and began talking about what a neat word 'petrichor' was and where the meaning came from. I'm sure you can see why I had to share.

(Oh and I changed my banner, because... Well, you can't go wrong with a well-placed Princess Bride quote! *g* Spoilers for the DW S6 finale, I guess, although they're pretty vague.)
elisi: (Metaphors by promethia_tenk)
Petrichor is the scent of rain on dry earth. The word is constructed from Greek, petra, meaning stone + ichor, the fluid that flows in the veins of the gods in Greek mythology.

The term was coined in 1964 by two Australian researchers, Bear and Thomas, for an article in the journal Nature. In the article, the authors describe how the smell derives from an oil exuded by certain plants during dry periods, whereupon it is absorbed by clay-based soils and rocks. During rain, the oil is released into the air along with another compound, geosmin, producing the distinctive scent. In a follow-up paper, Bear and Thomas (1965) showed that the oil retards seed germination and early plant growth.

"Do you find it easy to get drunk on words?"
"So easy that, to tell you the truth, I am seldom perfectly sober. Which accounts for my talking so much."
Gaudy Night

The family watched The Doctor's Wife last night, and afterwards Darcy came up to me and began talking about what a neat word 'petrichor' was and where the meaning came from. I'm sure you can see why I had to share.

(Oh and I changed my banner, because... Well, you can't go wrong with a well-placed Princess Bride quote! *g* Spoilers for the DW S6 finale, I guess, although they're pretty vague.)
elisi: (Being an author... by kay_brooke)
How To Be A Writer (or: What should you do to help your child pursue her dreams of becoming a writer?) by M. Molly Backes.

Read this. Especially if you have a child that wants to write. A snippet:

First of all, let her be bored. Let her have long afternoons with absolutely nothing to do. Limit her TV-watching time and her internet-playing time and take away her cell phone. Give her a whole summer of lazy mornings and dreamy afternoons. Make sure she has a library card and a comfy corner where she can curl up with a book. Give her a notebook and five bucks so she can pick out a great pen.
[...]
Let her fail. Let her write pages and pages of painful poetry and terrible prose. Let her write painfully bad fan fiction. Don’t freak out when she shows you stories about Bella Swan making out with Draco Malfoy. Never take her writing personally or assume it has anything to do with you, even if she only writes stories about dead mothers and orphans.


(Miss M has poached our old typewriter. And today announced that for her birthday she wants typewriter ribbon and a laminator. I'll never not cherish the randomness of children.)

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