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in the course of researching a story continue to amaze me.

They've made violin strings from spider silk. Isn't that awesome? My search was completely unrelated but now I'm tempted to write these in somewhere.
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The flat was quiet.

And the tea was cold.

*****

You tell me - because I haven't got a clue.
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Those of you on my flist who may run across this and don't do the sex thing in fic - I'm really sorry. I promise this isn't going to be a regular thing. Also, there is no actual dirty talk in this entry, just talk about how I'm attempting to type some dirty talk.

An hour before I'm obligated to post this thing I'm realizing a couple things. One: I should have stayed closer to my wheelhouse and knocked out a John/Sherlock piece despite my natural disinclination to go there. Two: I need to throw the practicalities out the window. Normally I'm big on covering my ass motivation-wise - explain how and why he went into that room, don't just pop in for no reason. This, however, is not sexy. I'm 1000 words in and they're still fully clothed. Spending the next 500 describing the disrobing isn't really the point. The motivation is that they would like to have sex now please and thank you. End fancy stuff. It's pornography. It exists to be titillating. I've done more than I needed to do by holding off on the porn for almost 1000 words.

I really should have quit when I typed in the joke and couldn't stop snickering...I do, however, feel I am being taught a valuable lesson in writing smut.

Hmmm...

Feb. 9th, 2013 09:48 am
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I'm pretty sure the 'new' photobucket is messing with my moods...I'm going to have to move those or otherwise remedy...

OK - what I actually popped on here to say is:

1. Thank you for all the advice. I really appreciate it. I will now proceed to circle my possibilities warily and try to overcome the fact that in RL I'm quite shy.

2. It is official. I cannot write anything without attempting to be funny during the course of it. Because, despite my last post, I had previously signed up for a 24 hour porn challenge (Yes, I know, this is unprecedented for me. We'll just have to see if I'm any good at it.) and that's the only other thing I'm allowed to work on - full stop (see, right there->.) It's actually quite good timing, really. I was prompted. I have 24 hours to produce a story. Done. On with other projects. So anyway, Holmes and Watson with the end result of porn. Fab. I am the only person inserting humor into this equation, I really am.

I am also now procrastinating and I have actual things to accomplish before 4pm which don't involve writing porn, so I'm hitting 'post' now and attempting to get on with both porn and life.
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and anyone who was looking forward to reading it: I will eventually finish the Person of Interest/Bond/Sherlock/Cabin Pressure story.

Right now, however, I need to narrow my focus. I need to finish this Sherlock epic, I need to start this original story now that I've been inspired by an idea, and I need to write my piece for ACD Holmesfest (which is requiring ridiculous research). *nods* This is what I am going to do. I am not going to start or commit to anything else until I have accomplished these three things.

There - there it is in scary typing - and I was once very wisely advised: trust the scary typing.

Trust the scary typing. = Follow through on the scary typing.

Next interlude will be up soon. Dancing is hot on its heels as I am expecting to experience actual English Country Dancing tomorrow.

Guys, on a related note, I am scarily uncoordinated. I did, once upon a time, take ballet and tap, but clearly I didn't do so long enough to benefit and become graceful in any sense of the word. I'm vaguely considering trying to attempt to remedy this. It would also be nice to try and enforce some regular exercise, so what do we think? Yoga? Pilates? Actual dance lessons of some sort? In the end it will have to be something nearby and ridiculously convenient if there is any chance of my following through. Having to commit to a class would also probably help. Thoughts and advice are very welcome.
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I was rereading January and wincing as I went. This makes me hope I'm improving as far as this writing thing goes.

On a Cabin Pressure note:

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A tall, suave, good-looking gentleman (looks a bit like Daniel Craig, you know the type ;-) accidentally stepped into (And wasn’t she an attractive stewardess…) a significantly shorter (though no less good-looking) sandy-haired gentleman wearing a jumper which really did make every woman who saw him think, ‘Aw.’ (It was great camouflage for a man who was essentially a deadly weapon.). Startled, the two men turned to one another, each with an apology on his lips. Both apologies faded, though, as recognition dawned. The suave gentleman smiled suavely and the jumper-clad gentleman grinned in an adorable manner.

*****

I have no idea if this belongs in my story but I am seriously cracking myself up over it. So, thank you, [livejournal.com profile] kizzia, for suggesting Captain Watson and Bond are old army buddies.
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I would very much like to post my holmestice story to keep everything tidy, but a last-minute reviewer pointed out that I was using the wrong tense when referring to Mendelssohn's Songs Without Words.

My intention was simply to reference canon when Watson states: That he could play pieces, and difficult pieces, I knew well, because at my request he has played me some of Mendelssohn's Lieder, and other favourites.

But when I look up Songs Without Words in an attempt to make sure I get it right this time the internet is telling me these are piano pieces. Now, certainly, Holmes could still be playing them transcribed for the violin? I've very definitely gone all insecure about it and I'm not quite sure how to proceed.

Suggestions? Assistance?

Erm - right - here's the actual (incorrect) text:

He picked up his violin again and proceeded to play what John now recognized as Mendelssohn’s Leider De Onne Worter. It was a beautiful piece and one of John’s favourites; it reminded him of the first time he’d been woken in the dead of night by Sherlock’s violin.

Simple, right? Together we can fix this, I'm sure! If nothing else, I'm sure [livejournal.com profile] pargoletta and I can sort it out tomorrow using her knowledge of music and the power of the internet via my wifi connection. :-)

Oh, on another local Chicago note, I'm always pleased when there is Jeeves in the area and I'll definitely drive out to see this: http://firstfolio.org/plays/jeevestakesabow.php and hope that there isn't snow as there was the last time I saw something there. :-)
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I'm starting to ruminate on my 'three fandoms walk into a bar' fic and have decided that they all walk into an actual bar - sometime during the four days Martin spent as a pillar of the Flap and Throttle - and I think someone's number has come up...

Discuss!

Speculate!

Suggest!

Tell me what you think!
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I've been revisiting Best Man because the last time I read through it I decided that Sherlock was unacceptably OOC. I realized that I'd made him too broad, too clueless and I wanted to make it all a bit more subtle as far as he was concerned.

I thought I was just going to smooth out the rough edges. It turned out I'm writing an entirely new story. New, not different, because some parts of it are still exactly the same. I am still telling the same story but parts of it are new and cannot be blended with the old.

What this has given me is this notion of Sherlock seeing words and using them like physical objects to help him think things through.

*****
Slowly and ever so carefully, Sherlock studied John’s words. He picked them up one by one to see for himself exactly how they fit together. He studied each statement from every possible angle. He held them up to the light and watched it illuminate them in a flash of brilliance before emerging in a glorious spectrum as from a prism. Then he did it all over again so that he could be certain. When he was certain, he nodded. He believed his words were true.
*****

And I just love this idea.

ETA - on a real life note, first amusingly: Today I put on the wrong shoes in the dark which means I am very colorful today in red shoes, lilac socks, brown pants, a blue shirt, and my forest green coat. and then on an exasperated note: Today I spilled an entire mug of tea (Tesco Finest Earl Grey courtesy of [livejournal.com profile] quarryquest) into my keyboard. I have done this enough times over the course of my career so far that I didn't expect it to work properly afterwards, and I was correct. I was, however, able to swap it for one at an empty desk which is the same 'shape' as my now sadly broken one so that I do not have to have an adjustment period (until I do it the next time).
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I've been employing the spray glue and all I've accomplished is making myself grumpy and the kitchen sticky.

Changing the subject abruptly and completely.

Not so long ago, I began writing stories.

And Sherlock was left with no choice but to trust John. And he did trust him. He trusted John with his life.

I'm just getting back there (hopefully) recently, but I now understand when some authors tell me they don't remember writing a story (which I'd just read and given a rave review) because yesterday I was reading a story I wrote and at turns enjoying it, thinking I really should fix up that paragraph or Sherlock's characterization, and wondering where the hell that line came from.

It wasn’t even technically the anniversary of the day Sherlock hadn’t actually died.
I'm wallowing a bit here. Read on knowing that. )
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and this is where my brain initially took it:

***

Jesus Fucking Christ.

How’s that for a Christmas fucking miracle for you?

Sherlock Fucking Holmes back from the dead and bleeding out in front of his very own fucking physician.

How lucky can John fucking get?

***

well, then...perhaps my brain is not yet quite done dealing with the "fallout"? I have no idea if this will actually become the story. There isn't an actual prompt, I'm just piecing together the 'likes' which are set out. I'm all nervous now...

Next interlude up within the week - it became a problem child, but is now falling into line. *glares at it again for good measure*

I also still owe two drabbles - Elizabeth Bennett and quarryquest's second idea for Mycroft/Lord Peter/Molly/Harriet fic - I have not forgotten! Everything in its own time...
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and this is where my brain initially took it:

***

Jesus Fucking Christ.

How’s that for a Christmas fucking miracle for you?

Sherlock Fucking Holmes back from the dead and bleeding out in front of his very own fucking physician.

How lucky can John fucking get?

***

well, then...perhaps my brain is not yet quite done dealing with the "fallout"? I have no idea if this will actually become the story. There isn't an actual prompt, I'm just piecing together the 'likes' which are set out. I'm all nervous now...

Next interlude up within the week - it became a problem child, but is now falling into line. *glares at it again for good measure*

I also still owe two drabbles - Elizabeth Bennett and quarryquest's second idea for Mycroft/Lord Peter/Molly/Harriet fic - I have not forgotten! Everything in its own time...
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They're drabbles...how long can they take...

Adopted from [livejournal.com profile] eanor in exchange for an Arthur Shappey drabble:

The first TEN people to comment, in this post or in future, get to request that I write a drabble of any character of their choosing.* In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level.

1.  He built it.  A Cabin Pressure drabble featuring Carolyn for [livejournal.com profile] azriona.
2.  Metamorphosis, a M*A*S*H drabble featuring Radar for [livejournal.com profile] litlover12
3.  Drs Watson and McCoy for quarryquest
4.  Peter, Mycroft, Harriet, and Molly for quarryquest
5.  Elizabeth Bennet for eanor
6.
7.
8.
9.
10.

*Hm. My great hope is that Sherlock hasn't consumed every possible centimetre of my brain and that I can write in other fandoms. Please throw me stuff and as long as it's something I've seen anything of, I will give it a shot. No guarantees on quality. ;-) Currently watching closely Once Upon a Time, Person of Interest, Leverage, Burn Notice, Grimm, Fringe, Downton Abbey, Cabin Pressure. Comfortable with Star Treks Original Series + old school Movieverse (not the reboot), TNG (in my head canon Data lives, dammit), DS9, Voyager, Enterprise (in my head canon Trip lives, dammit); M*A*S*H, Phineas & Ferb. Also my list of interests is fairly up to date with authors and such. Despite my disclaimer, please feel free to request Sherlock canon characters within the world of Pirate!Sherlock as he is quickly becoming the character I love most in the world and I want to continue the world building. :-)

It's odd - there are certainly plenty of moods to choose from, yet often when I think of how I actually feel (distraught, impatient, indecisive, tentative, upset [hmm. these weren't meant to all be negative]) it's usually not included in the list...
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They're drabbles...how long can they take...

Adopted from [livejournal.com profile] eanor in exchange for an Arthur Shappey drabble:

The first TEN people to comment, in this post or in future, get to request that I write a drabble of any character of their choosing.* In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level.

1.  He built it.  A Cabin Pressure drabble featuring Carolyn for [livejournal.com profile] azriona.
2.  Metamorphosis, a M*A*S*H drabble featuring Radar for [livejournal.com profile] litlover12
3.  Drs Watson and McCoy for quarryquest
4.  Peter, Mycroft, Harriet, and Molly for quarryquest
5.  Elizabeth Bennet for eanor
6.
7.
8.
9.
10.

*Hm. My great hope is that Sherlock hasn't consumed every possible centimetre of my brain and that I can write in other fandoms. Please throw me stuff and as long as it's something I've seen anything of, I will give it a shot. No guarantees on quality. ;-) Currently watching closely Once Upon a Time, Person of Interest, Leverage, Burn Notice, Grimm, Fringe, Downton Abbey, Cabin Pressure. Comfortable with Star Treks Original Series + old school Movieverse (not the reboot), TNG (in my head canon Data lives, dammit), DS9, Voyager, Enterprise (in my head canon Trip lives, dammit); M*A*S*H, Phineas & Ferb. Also my list of interests is fairly up to date with authors and such. Despite my disclaimer, please feel free to request Sherlock canon characters within the world of Pirate!Sherlock as he is quickly becoming the character I love most in the world and I want to continue the world building. :-)

It's odd - there are certainly plenty of moods to choose from, yet often when I think of how I actually feel (distraught, impatient, indecisive, tentative, upset [hmm. these weren't meant to all be negative]) it's usually not included in the list...
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Oh dear. Well, I've just corrected two blatant misspellings in my latest spontaneous reaction post, so I'm currently feeling unworthy of any aspirations I may have to being even vaguely attached to the grammar or punctuation police.

But anyway, this is something I've been giggling over for a while. I wrote an OUAT ficlet for the challenge over on [livejournal.com profile] great_tales, then a follow up M*A*S*H ficlet for the same challenge - which I gave myself only 45 minutes to finish - silly, but the length of time I was guaranteed internet access.

I then spent an evening gorging upon M*A*S*H episodes, specifically the beginning of Season 7 - and one of the first things I encountered was Radar bringing Margaret a letter she didn't want and being accused of all sorts of messengery sorts of sins...honestly, giggling all around - so weird!
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Oh dear. Well, I've just corrected two blatant misspellings in my latest spontaneous reaction post, so I'm currently feeling unworthy of any aspirations I may have to being even vaguely attached to the grammar or punctuation police.

But anyway, this is something I've been giggling over for a while. I wrote an OUAT ficlet for the challenge over on [livejournal.com profile] great_tales, then a follow up M*A*S*H ficlet for the same challenge - which I gave myself only 45 minutes to finish - silly, but the length of time I was guaranteed internet access.

I then spent an evening gorging upon M*A*S*H episodes, specifically the beginning of Season 7 - and one of the first things I encountered was Radar bringing Margaret a letter she didn't want and being accused of all sorts of messengery sorts of sins...honestly, giggling all around - so weird!
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So some of you may have noticed that I write (at least so far) strictly gen stories, though a lot of my Sherlock stuff can be read as pre-slash, and I'm perfectly happy for it to be so - whatever floats your boat.

However, I just typed this: Sherlock’s contemplation of the bottle is distracted by the treat of early-morning-still-too-bloody-sleepy-for-this-shite-where’s-m’tea-John on the stairs.

And I went back to re-read and revise, and realized I'd typed 'treat' instead of 'tread' and thought, 'Hee! J & S want to slash in this one, apparently.' :-)
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So some of you may have noticed that I write (at least so far) strictly gen stories, though a lot of my Sherlock stuff can be read as pre-slash, and I'm perfectly happy for it to be so - whatever floats your boat.

However, I just typed this: Sherlock’s contemplation of the bottle is distracted by the treat of early-morning-still-too-bloody-sleepy-for-this-shite-where’s-m’tea-John on the stairs.

And I went back to re-read and revise, and realized I'd typed 'treat' instead of 'tread' and thought, 'Hee! J & S want to slash in this one, apparently.' :-)
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Sigh. I am meant to be writing. Instead I'm over here signing up for [livejournal.com profile] 221b_advent.  All winterish holidays seem to be on the table as well as simply winter and/or cold itself.  Huh.  Plot bunny.  Cold - the Endless...somehow...  I swear to goodness, typing alters my brain chemistry or something.  Anywho...  Upon seeing that [livejournal.com profile] bradspyjamas and [livejournal.com profile] kizzia had hopped on board I folded.  Or, at least, they've joined the community though I cannot be sure they've signed up officially...eyes each of them hopefully...

What else can I throw in here?  What have I been meaning to blather about?  Apparently, nothing.

Oh, yes, darn it, The other night I was out with [livejournal.com profile] pargoletta and after we had a very wet, shivery time whilst listening to Carmina Burana conducted by Riccardo Muti - and bizarrely, right afterward the CSO went on strike, we stopped for a warming snack.  My bottle top subsequently informed me that International Talk Like a Pirate Day is celebrated on Nantucket Island.  I've been meaning to take a picture and post it and add it to my growing Pirate Sherlock stash, and perhaps log it in for posterity along with that weird Sherlockian fortune I got at Panda Express.  Of course, right now I'm meant to be writing and therefore brought neither my camera's connection wire nor the bottle top.  If I were honest with myself then, I'd have to create a new tag - here there be no pirates. 

Sigh again.  I'm really not going to accomplish anything tonight.

A thesaurus search proves there is no good 'D' word which works for cold.  Blast.

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