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In which Sherlock is a mouse.
Dec. 16th, 2012 12:55 amGreat Mouse Detective recs - I accumulated two so I thought I'd put them together.
GMD/ACD - Still anon for now as it is part of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
holmestice http://holmestice.livejournal.com/189211.html#t1728027
GMC/BBC - post TRF the Mice of Baker Street lend their efforts to clearing Sherlock's name http://awanderingbard.livejournal.com/151604.html - and in which Toby is owned by Mrs Turner's married ones. :-)
GMD/ACD - Still anon for now as it is part of
holmestice http://holmestice.livejournal.com/189211.html#t1728027GMC/BBC - post TRF the Mice of Baker Street lend their efforts to clearing Sherlock's name http://awanderingbard.livejournal.com/151604.html - and in which Toby is owned by Mrs Turner's married ones. :-)
Erm - still more stuff?
Dec. 3rd, 2012 09:30 pmSorry, my life is very scattered these days.
First off - two Sherlock fics which are also love letters to London: Sorrowful Angels by Aderyn http://archiveofourown.org/works/441719 and A Miracle on Baker Street by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kizzia http://kizzia.livejournal.com/49393.html. Tributes to this beautiful city are so wonderful to find - and to find them in Sherlock fic is doubly wonderful.
Still no mattress. Grrr. The reason this is most upsetting is that I seem to have begun to equate 'getting back to normal' with having the darn mattress. My brain is refusing to focus on the fact that life is otherwise pretty steady and normal, and it should now be getting round to the business of writing and doing other normal things (plus slowly finding wonderful and lovely things to decorate) until the darn mattress shows up.
I do now have a teeny tiny crockpot. I'm not really sure why other than it was on clearance and it is yellow. It is adorable (though not possibly the yellow I imagined), I just don't really understand what I'm meant to cook in it. We shall see, I suppose.
And because I now know how thanks to the always wonderfulquarryquest who is diligently working on mapping out the locations for John and Sherlock's dash through London on the heels (wheels?) of the taxi in Pink - even through bronchitis (and for whom I'm meant to be writing fluffy pieces about Mycroft and his teddy bear hot water bottle whilst I instead angst over my mattress) - here are some pictures from my visit to the botanic garden this weekend. :-)
See? I told you it was 'stuff'.
Sydney Golden Wattle - isn't he just straight-up a member of the Drones?
Oh, yeah, that's me in there too. I did a couple where I was all 'live long and prosper', but this was a better picture of the sign. :-)
And now please get in line for your strudel - because the strudel, Madam, is lovely today.
First off - two Sherlock fics which are also love letters to London: Sorrowful Angels by Aderyn http://archiveofourown.org/works/441719 and A Miracle on Baker Street by
kizzia http://kizzia.livejournal.com/49393.html. Tributes to this beautiful city are so wonderful to find - and to find them in Sherlock fic is doubly wonderful.Still no mattress. Grrr. The reason this is most upsetting is that I seem to have begun to equate 'getting back to normal' with having the darn mattress. My brain is refusing to focus on the fact that life is otherwise pretty steady and normal, and it should now be getting round to the business of writing and doing other normal things (plus slowly finding wonderful and lovely things to decorate) until the darn mattress shows up.
I do now have a teeny tiny crockpot. I'm not really sure why other than it was on clearance and it is yellow. It is adorable (though not possibly the yellow I imagined), I just don't really understand what I'm meant to cook in it. We shall see, I suppose.
And because I now know how thanks to the always wonderful
quarryquest who is diligently working on mapping out the locations for John and Sherlock's dash through London on the heels (wheels?) of the taxi in Pink - even through bronchitis (and for whom I'm meant to be writing fluffy pieces about Mycroft and his teddy bear hot water bottle whilst I instead angst over my mattress) - here are some pictures from my visit to the botanic garden this weekend. :-)See? I told you it was 'stuff'.
Sydney Golden Wattle - isn't he just straight-up a member of the Drones?
Oh, yeah, that's me in there too. I did a couple where I was all 'live long and prosper', but this was a better picture of the sign. :-)
And now please get in line for your strudel - because the strudel, Madam, is lovely today.
Sherlock Fic: The Scottish Play
Aug. 29th, 2012 10:36 pmTitle: The Scottish Play
Author:impulsereader
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
BritPicked byquarryquest. Any remaining Americanisms are my own error. (And she advised I leave off the attempted mating with the box of frogs…but I just couldn’t make myself take it out, so that’s all me…yup, the hare and frogs and the box and the attempted mating is mine, aaaaalllllllll mine. There is still time to turn back.)
Rating: PG13 for the weaponisation of Sherlock’s parents (mental abuse on display and physical of children heavily implied) as well as language.
Length: each act is between 7k and 9k words. This first portion of the ‘you can imagine’ ‘verse therefore adds up to ~40000 words. (Yes. I have written 40k words just as set up for the real thing. I boggle right along with you. [Wanna hear a secret? I could have written more, this narrative has clearly not achieved critical mass in shenanigans for a fortnight full of Holmeses.])
Characters: Sherlock, John, and a whole lot of Holmeses. OCs as well as characters borrowed from the television series As Time Goes By and the Hannay novels of John Buchan. But really, it’s mostly the John & Sherlock show. :-)
Pairing: Overwhelmingly gen with a small side of Mycroft/Not Anthea thrown in, because she insisted.
Summary: It turns out that Sherlock’s Uncle Rocky lives on a rambling estate (John refuses to call The House a castle, he really does) in the Chilterns. Each year, all Holmes relations (close, distant, and honorary) are free to join the gathering which takes place there for a fortnight over the Christmas holiday. As Sherlock explains to John, “Various activities are undertaken; hunting, nature walks, recitations and chamber music in the evenings, there will be Shakespeare performed, the children will be given tuition in painting and chess among other things, we will all Dress For Dinner each evening. It will all be terribly boring and tedious, but I have been threatened in the severest of terms if I do not present myself and pass the interminably dull time along with everyone else.” Of course, nothing is ever that simple (or dull) when the boys are on the scene. Soon Sherlock is having a bit of a breakdown, John is posing shirtless, they end up with a case involving a missing horse, Sherlock tutors the kiddies in science, and John is about to discover exactly how seriously the Holmes clan takes their Shakespeare.
Disclaimer: Nothing you recognize belongs to me. Other things which you don’t recognize also do not belong to me. I have cleverly already signed everything over to the cats; feel free to sue me.
A/N: Since it seems a lot of people are a bit burned out on Reichenbach angst right now, I’m going to go ahead and tell you here that there is quite a bit of TRF angst in the first three acts of this story. I’m sorry, my brain needed another go round apparently. After that I promise things lighten up and we’re all about the wacky hijinks!
Act I
Act II
Act III
Act IV
Act V
Individual thanks below - but here a HUGE THANK YOU to everyone on my flist who contributed to this story. Look, we made art! You all are seriously brilliant! Many, many thanks to221b_hound who prompted all this, way back when, by suggesting that Sherlock be cast as Beatrice and John as Benedick.
Acknowledgements: All MacBeth stage directions are taken from either Project Gutenberg's Etext of Shakespeare's The Tragedie of Macbeth which can be found here or Project Gutenberg’s Etext of THE TRAGEDY OF MACBETH which can be found here
Some lines in the Silver Blaze section are taken directly from the original work by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, also accessible via Project Gutenberg here
[aside] Project Gutenberg is brilliant!
The poem which is quoted by Forester Holmes (parenthetical insertions are mine) is Bartók’s String Quartet No. 5 written by Géza Képes and translated by Peter Laki.
The lines which come directly from The Reichenbach Fall are taken from the transcript here byarianedevere. Many thanks for all of her hard work. quarryquest did suggest changing an ‘er’ to an ‘um’ which I then did, but otherwise I used this work verbatim.
Ahem – all my LJ friends listed below provided me with wonderful suggestions and support during this process, please do not think their contributions were limited to those I list below, this is simply a fairly random sampling of the first things which came to mind when I sat down to type this. It is a snapshot, not a comprehensive view of the help everyone has given me during the course of writing this story. I’m also hoping that I haven’t left anyone off as I’ve sorted through posts in haste. If I have, please, please don’t be offended and do let me know!
Many thanks to:
221b_hound who inspired it all, and continues to gift us with absolutely superb Sherlock fic. Honestly, go read any (then all) of her stories right now, you will not be disappointed! Also, here there be Plutarch!!
northernwalker for the gift that is Grandmère and Claude. These characters are the ones who make the Holmes family work in this fic. Thank you!!
quarryquest who provided the setting for the estate, told me about the Red Kites, and told me it worked when I asked. She is also writing a fabulous post TRF fic which is currently a wip - hop on board!
djarum99 who solved the riddle of the Holmes family group noun, and who read over Sherlock’s über troublesome parents and confirmed for me they were plausible.
natsuko1978 (Who very kindly taught me the invaluable word ‘shufti’.) and mizz_history, both of whom sat down to give me the info I need to send Sherlock shopping. *rubs hands together in anticipation* This is part of the first Baker Street Interlude, and I can’t wait to get started!
f_m_r_l who gifted me with The Attic. *worships at your feet* If you're taking recs from here, go read her fic as well!
pargoletta who sat me down and talked to me about Bartók, told me I could subject Forester to interrogation by the Hungarian Secret Police, kindly corrected the worst of my musical errors, and let me run a bow across the strings of a violin for the very first time in my life. She also makes a mean Chinese chicken dish (yum!). And again with the fic rec!
jobia who confirmed Claude could plausibly work the way he does in order to keep the pose a secret…for now…and insisted I include creepy artistic staring which, it turns out, is pretty much comic gold, I love that bit!
Author:
impulsereaderFandom: Sherlock BBC
BritPicked by
quarryquest. Any remaining Americanisms are my own error. (And she advised I leave off the attempted mating with the box of frogs…but I just couldn’t make myself take it out, so that’s all me…yup, the hare and frogs and the box and the attempted mating is mine, aaaaalllllllll mine. There is still time to turn back.)Rating: PG13 for the weaponisation of Sherlock’s parents (mental abuse on display and physical of children heavily implied) as well as language.
Length: each act is between 7k and 9k words. This first portion of the ‘you can imagine’ ‘verse therefore adds up to ~40000 words. (Yes. I have written 40k words just as set up for the real thing. I boggle right along with you. [Wanna hear a secret? I could have written more, this narrative has clearly not achieved critical mass in shenanigans for a fortnight full of Holmeses.])
Characters: Sherlock, John, and a whole lot of Holmeses. OCs as well as characters borrowed from the television series As Time Goes By and the Hannay novels of John Buchan. But really, it’s mostly the John & Sherlock show. :-)
Pairing: Overwhelmingly gen with a small side of Mycroft/Not Anthea thrown in, because she insisted.
Summary: It turns out that Sherlock’s Uncle Rocky lives on a rambling estate (John refuses to call The House a castle, he really does) in the Chilterns. Each year, all Holmes relations (close, distant, and honorary) are free to join the gathering which takes place there for a fortnight over the Christmas holiday. As Sherlock explains to John, “Various activities are undertaken; hunting, nature walks, recitations and chamber music in the evenings, there will be Shakespeare performed, the children will be given tuition in painting and chess among other things, we will all Dress For Dinner each evening. It will all be terribly boring and tedious, but I have been threatened in the severest of terms if I do not present myself and pass the interminably dull time along with everyone else.” Of course, nothing is ever that simple (or dull) when the boys are on the scene. Soon Sherlock is having a bit of a breakdown, John is posing shirtless, they end up with a case involving a missing horse, Sherlock tutors the kiddies in science, and John is about to discover exactly how seriously the Holmes clan takes their Shakespeare.
Disclaimer: Nothing you recognize belongs to me. Other things which you don’t recognize also do not belong to me. I have cleverly already signed everything over to the cats; feel free to sue me.
A/N: Since it seems a lot of people are a bit burned out on Reichenbach angst right now, I’m going to go ahead and tell you here that there is quite a bit of TRF angst in the first three acts of this story. I’m sorry, my brain needed another go round apparently. After that I promise things lighten up and we’re all about the wacky hijinks!
Act I
Act II
Act III
Act IV
Act V
Individual thanks below - but here a HUGE THANK YOU to everyone on my flist who contributed to this story. Look, we made art! You all are seriously brilliant! Many, many thanks to
221b_hound who prompted all this, way back when, by suggesting that Sherlock be cast as Beatrice and John as Benedick.Acknowledgements: All MacBeth stage directions are taken from either Project Gutenberg's Etext of Shakespeare's The Tragedie of Macbeth which can be found here or Project Gutenberg’s Etext of THE TRAGEDY OF MACBETH which can be found here
Some lines in the Silver Blaze section are taken directly from the original work by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, also accessible via Project Gutenberg here
[aside] Project Gutenberg is brilliant!
The poem which is quoted by Forester Holmes (parenthetical insertions are mine) is Bartók’s String Quartet No. 5 written by Géza Képes and translated by Peter Laki.
The lines which come directly from The Reichenbach Fall are taken from the transcript here by
arianedevere. Many thanks for all of her hard work. quarryquest did suggest changing an ‘er’ to an ‘um’ which I then did, but otherwise I used this work verbatim.Ahem – all my LJ friends listed below provided me with wonderful suggestions and support during this process, please do not think their contributions were limited to those I list below, this is simply a fairly random sampling of the first things which came to mind when I sat down to type this. It is a snapshot, not a comprehensive view of the help everyone has given me during the course of writing this story. I’m also hoping that I haven’t left anyone off as I’ve sorted through posts in haste. If I have, please, please don’t be offended and do let me know!
Many thanks to:
221b_hound who inspired it all, and continues to gift us with absolutely superb Sherlock fic. Honestly, go read any (then all) of her stories right now, you will not be disappointed! Also, here there be Plutarch!!northernwalker for the gift that is Grandmère and Claude. These characters are the ones who make the Holmes family work in this fic. Thank you!!quarryquest who provided the setting for the estate, told me about the Red Kites, and told me it worked when I asked. She is also writing a fabulous post TRF fic which is currently a wip - hop on board!djarum99 who solved the riddle of the Holmes family group noun, and who read over Sherlock’s über troublesome parents and confirmed for me they were plausible.natsuko1978 (Who very kindly taught me the invaluable word ‘shufti’.) and mizz_history, both of whom sat down to give me the info I need to send Sherlock shopping. *rubs hands together in anticipation* This is part of the first Baker Street Interlude, and I can’t wait to get started!f_m_r_l who gifted me with The Attic. *worships at your feet* If you're taking recs from here, go read her fic as well!pargoletta who sat me down and talked to me about Bartók, told me I could subject Forester to interrogation by the Hungarian Secret Police, kindly corrected the worst of my musical errors, and let me run a bow across the strings of a violin for the very first time in my life. She also makes a mean Chinese chicken dish (yum!). And again with the fic rec!jobia who confirmed Claude could plausibly work the way he does in order to keep the pose a secret…for now…and insisted I include creepy artistic staring which, it turns out, is pretty much comic gold, I love that bit!
Sherlock Fic: The Scottish Play
Aug. 29th, 2012 10:36 pmTitle: The Scottish Play
Author:impulsereader
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
BritPicked byquarryquest. Any remaining Americanisms are my own error. (And she advised I leave off the attempted mating with the box of frogs…but I just couldn’t make myself take it out, so that’s all me…yup, the hare and frogs and the box and the attempted mating is mine, aaaaalllllllll mine. There is still time to turn back.)
Rating: PG13 for the weaponisation of Sherlock’s parents (mental abuse on display and physical of children heavily implied) as well as language.
Length: each act is between 7k and 9k words. This first portion of the ‘you can imagine’ ‘verse therefore adds up to ~40000 words. (Yes. I have written 40k words just as set up for the real thing. I boggle right along with you. [Wanna hear a secret? I could have written more, this narrative has clearly not achieved critical mass in shenanigans for a fortnight full of Holmeses.])
Characters: Sherlock, John, and a whole lot of Holmeses. OCs as well as characters borrowed from the television series As Time Goes By and the Hannay novels of John Buchan. But really, it’s mostly the John & Sherlock show. :-)
Pairing: Overwhelmingly gen with a small side of Mycroft/Not Anthea thrown in, because she insisted.
Summary: It turns out that Sherlock’s Uncle Rocky lives on a rambling estate (John refuses to call The House a castle, he really does) in the Chilterns. Each year, all Holmes relations (close, distant, and honorary) are free to join the gathering which takes place there for a fortnight over the Christmas holiday. As Sherlock explains to John, “Various activities are undertaken; hunting, nature walks, recitations and chamber music in the evenings, there will be Shakespeare performed, the children will be given tuition in painting and chess among other things, we will all Dress For Dinner each evening. It will all be terribly boring and tedious, but I have been threatened in the severest of terms if I do not present myself and pass the interminably dull time along with everyone else.” Of course, nothing is ever that simple (or dull) when the boys are on the scene. Soon Sherlock is having a bit of a breakdown, John is posing shirtless, they end up with a case involving a missing horse, Sherlock tutors the kiddies in science, and John is about to discover exactly how seriously the Holmes clan takes their Shakespeare.
Disclaimer: Nothing you recognize belongs to me. Other things which you don’t recognize also do not belong to me. I have cleverly already signed everything over to the cats; feel free to sue me.
A/N: Since it seems a lot of people are a bit burned out on Reichenbach angst right now, I’m going to go ahead and tell you here that there is quite a bit of TRF angst in the first three acts of this story. I’m sorry, my brain needed another go round apparently. After that I promise things lighten up and we’re all about the wacky hijinks!
Act I
Act II
Act III
Act IV
Act V
Individual thanks below - but here a HUGE THANK YOU to everyone on my flist who contributed to this story. Look, we made art! You all are seriously brilliant! Many, many thanks to221b_hound who prompted all this, way back when, by suggesting that Sherlock be cast as Beatrice and John as Benedick.
Acknowledgements: All MacBeth stage directions are taken from either Project Gutenberg's Etext of Shakespeare's The Tragedie of Macbeth which can be found here or Project Gutenberg’s Etext of THE TRAGEDY OF MACBETH which can be found here
Some lines in the Silver Blaze section are taken directly from the original work by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, also accessible via Project Gutenberg here
[aside] Project Gutenberg is brilliant!
The poem which is quoted by Forester Holmes (parenthetical insertions are mine) is Bartók’s String Quartet No. 5 written by Géza Képes and translated by Peter Laki.
The lines which come directly from The Reichenbach Fall are taken from the transcript here byarianedevere. Many thanks for all of her hard work. quarryquest did suggest changing an ‘er’ to an ‘um’ which I then did, but otherwise I used this work verbatim.
Ahem – all my LJ friends listed below provided me with wonderful suggestions and support during this process, please do not think their contributions were limited to those I list below, this is simply a fairly random sampling of the first things which came to mind when I sat down to type this. It is a snapshot, not a comprehensive view of the help everyone has given me during the course of writing this story. I’m also hoping that I haven’t left anyone off as I’ve sorted through posts in haste. If I have, please, please don’t be offended and do let me know!
Many thanks to:
221b_hound who inspired it all, and continues to gift us with absolutely superb Sherlock fic. Honestly, go read any (then all) of her stories right now, you will not be disappointed! Also, here there be Plutarch!!
northernwalker for the gift that is Grandmère and Claude. These characters are the ones who make the Holmes family work in this fic. Thank you!!
quarryquest who provided the setting for the estate, told me about the Red Kites, and told me it worked when I asked. She is also writing a fabulous post TRF fic which is currently a wip - hop on board!
djarum99 who solved the riddle of the Holmes family group noun, and who read over Sherlock’s über troublesome parents and confirmed for me they were plausible.
natsuko1978 (Who very kindly taught me the invaluable word ‘shufti’.) and mizz_history, both of whom sat down to give me the info I need to send Sherlock shopping. *rubs hands together in anticipation* This is part of the first Baker Street Interlude, and I can’t wait to get started!
f_m_r_l who gifted me with The Attic. *worships at your feet* If you're taking recs from here, go read her fic as well!
pargoletta who sat me down and talked to me about Bartók, told me I could subject Forester to interrogation by the Hungarian Secret Police, kindly corrected the worst of my musical errors, and let me run a bow across the strings of a violin for the very first time in my life. She also makes a mean Chinese chicken dish (yum!). And again with the fic rec!
jobia who confirmed Claude could plausibly work the way he does in order to keep the pose a secret…for now…and insisted I include creepy artistic staring which, it turns out, is pretty much comic gold, I love that bit!
Author:
impulsereaderFandom: Sherlock BBC
BritPicked by
quarryquest. Any remaining Americanisms are my own error. (And she advised I leave off the attempted mating with the box of frogs…but I just couldn’t make myself take it out, so that’s all me…yup, the hare and frogs and the box and the attempted mating is mine, aaaaalllllllll mine. There is still time to turn back.)Rating: PG13 for the weaponisation of Sherlock’s parents (mental abuse on display and physical of children heavily implied) as well as language.
Length: each act is between 7k and 9k words. This first portion of the ‘you can imagine’ ‘verse therefore adds up to ~40000 words. (Yes. I have written 40k words just as set up for the real thing. I boggle right along with you. [Wanna hear a secret? I could have written more, this narrative has clearly not achieved critical mass in shenanigans for a fortnight full of Holmeses.])
Characters: Sherlock, John, and a whole lot of Holmeses. OCs as well as characters borrowed from the television series As Time Goes By and the Hannay novels of John Buchan. But really, it’s mostly the John & Sherlock show. :-)
Pairing: Overwhelmingly gen with a small side of Mycroft/Not Anthea thrown in, because she insisted.
Summary: It turns out that Sherlock’s Uncle Rocky lives on a rambling estate (John refuses to call The House a castle, he really does) in the Chilterns. Each year, all Holmes relations (close, distant, and honorary) are free to join the gathering which takes place there for a fortnight over the Christmas holiday. As Sherlock explains to John, “Various activities are undertaken; hunting, nature walks, recitations and chamber music in the evenings, there will be Shakespeare performed, the children will be given tuition in painting and chess among other things, we will all Dress For Dinner each evening. It will all be terribly boring and tedious, but I have been threatened in the severest of terms if I do not present myself and pass the interminably dull time along with everyone else.” Of course, nothing is ever that simple (or dull) when the boys are on the scene. Soon Sherlock is having a bit of a breakdown, John is posing shirtless, they end up with a case involving a missing horse, Sherlock tutors the kiddies in science, and John is about to discover exactly how seriously the Holmes clan takes their Shakespeare.
Disclaimer: Nothing you recognize belongs to me. Other things which you don’t recognize also do not belong to me. I have cleverly already signed everything over to the cats; feel free to sue me.
A/N: Since it seems a lot of people are a bit burned out on Reichenbach angst right now, I’m going to go ahead and tell you here that there is quite a bit of TRF angst in the first three acts of this story. I’m sorry, my brain needed another go round apparently. After that I promise things lighten up and we’re all about the wacky hijinks!
Act I
Act II
Act III
Act IV
Act V
Individual thanks below - but here a HUGE THANK YOU to everyone on my flist who contributed to this story. Look, we made art! You all are seriously brilliant! Many, many thanks to
221b_hound who prompted all this, way back when, by suggesting that Sherlock be cast as Beatrice and John as Benedick.Acknowledgements: All MacBeth stage directions are taken from either Project Gutenberg's Etext of Shakespeare's The Tragedie of Macbeth which can be found here or Project Gutenberg’s Etext of THE TRAGEDY OF MACBETH which can be found here
Some lines in the Silver Blaze section are taken directly from the original work by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, also accessible via Project Gutenberg here
[aside] Project Gutenberg is brilliant!
The poem which is quoted by Forester Holmes (parenthetical insertions are mine) is Bartók’s String Quartet No. 5 written by Géza Képes and translated by Peter Laki.
The lines which come directly from The Reichenbach Fall are taken from the transcript here by
arianedevere. Many thanks for all of her hard work. quarryquest did suggest changing an ‘er’ to an ‘um’ which I then did, but otherwise I used this work verbatim.Ahem – all my LJ friends listed below provided me with wonderful suggestions and support during this process, please do not think their contributions were limited to those I list below, this is simply a fairly random sampling of the first things which came to mind when I sat down to type this. It is a snapshot, not a comprehensive view of the help everyone has given me during the course of writing this story. I’m also hoping that I haven’t left anyone off as I’ve sorted through posts in haste. If I have, please, please don’t be offended and do let me know!
Many thanks to:
221b_hound who inspired it all, and continues to gift us with absolutely superb Sherlock fic. Honestly, go read any (then all) of her stories right now, you will not be disappointed! Also, here there be Plutarch!!northernwalker for the gift that is Grandmère and Claude. These characters are the ones who make the Holmes family work in this fic. Thank you!!quarryquest who provided the setting for the estate, told me about the Red Kites, and told me it worked when I asked. She is also writing a fabulous post TRF fic which is currently a wip - hop on board!djarum99 who solved the riddle of the Holmes family group noun, and who read over Sherlock’s über troublesome parents and confirmed for me they were plausible.natsuko1978 (Who very kindly taught me the invaluable word ‘shufti’.) and mizz_history, both of whom sat down to give me the info I need to send Sherlock shopping. *rubs hands together in anticipation* This is part of the first Baker Street Interlude, and I can’t wait to get started!f_m_r_l who gifted me with The Attic. *worships at your feet* If you're taking recs from here, go read her fic as well!pargoletta who sat me down and talked to me about Bartók, told me I could subject Forester to interrogation by the Hungarian Secret Police, kindly corrected the worst of my musical errors, and let me run a bow across the strings of a violin for the very first time in my life. She also makes a mean Chinese chicken dish (yum!). And again with the fic rec!jobia who confirmed Claude could plausibly work the way he does in order to keep the pose a secret…for now…and insisted I include creepy artistic staring which, it turns out, is pretty much comic gold, I love that bit!Sherlock Fic Recs
Aug. 11th, 2012 08:29 pmSo as you all breathlessly await my finishing up the MacBeth section *snerk* (I'm close, I promise!) you should read Improbable Reality here - http://flawedamythyst.livejournal.com/389257.html and its sequels. flawedamythyst's summary: Moriarty recaptures John and leaves him trapped in a world of hallucinations.
It's amazing, it really is. Even if you've already read them all, go reread again now, that's what I'm planning on doing as soon as I've posted this. :-)
Also, I actually had some time to browse a couple of the comms on which I have fallen so far behind and have discovered the delightful Little Things bybradspyjamas who has put quite a lot of thought into this Omegaverse thing - http://bradspyjamas.livejournal.com/13865.html and all that thought convinced me that I can handle reading one author who has impregnated (no, silly, Sherlock did the actual impregnating) John, also one of the suggested baby names on the table tickled me. Each chapter is a 221B, and it starts here with the first three. http://bradspyjamas.livejournal.com/13087.html Not all 60 chapters are yet posted, but they are written.
flawedamythyst's summary: Moriarty recaptures John and leaves him trapped in a world of hallucinations.It's amazing, it really is. Even if you've already read them all, go reread again now, that's what I'm planning on doing as soon as I've posted this. :-)
Also, I actually had some time to browse a couple of the comms on which I have fallen so far behind and have discovered the delightful Little Things by
bradspyjamas who has put quite a lot of thought into this Omegaverse thing - http://bradspyjamas.livejournal.com/13865.html and all that thought convinced me that I can handle reading one author who has impregnated (no, silly, Sherlock did the actual impregnating) John, also one of the suggested baby names on the table tickled me. Each chapter is a 221B, and it starts here with the first three. http://bradspyjamas.livejournal.com/13087.html Not all 60 chapters are yet posted, but they are written.Sherlock Fic Recs
Aug. 11th, 2012 08:29 pmSo as you all breathlessly await my finishing up the MacBeth section *snerk* (I'm close, I promise!) you should read Improbable Reality here - http://flawedamythyst.livejournal.com/389257.html and its sequels. flawedamythyst's summary: Moriarty recaptures John and leaves him trapped in a world of hallucinations.
It's amazing, it really is. Even if you've already read them all, go reread again now, that's what I'm planning on doing as soon as I've posted this. :-)
Also, I actually had some time to browse a couple of the comms on which I have fallen so far behind and have discovered the delightful Little Things bybradspyjamas who has put quite a lot of thought into this Omegaverse thing - http://bradspyjamas.livejournal.com/13865.html and all that thought convinced me that I can handle reading one author who has impregnated (no, silly, Sherlock did the actual impregnating) John, also one of the suggested baby names on the table tickled me. Each chapter is a 221B, and it starts here with the first three. http://bradspyjamas.livejournal.com/13087.html Not all 60 chapters are yet posted, but they are written.
flawedamythyst's summary: Moriarty recaptures John and leaves him trapped in a world of hallucinations.It's amazing, it really is. Even if you've already read them all, go reread again now, that's what I'm planning on doing as soon as I've posted this. :-)
Also, I actually had some time to browse a couple of the comms on which I have fallen so far behind and have discovered the delightful Little Things by
bradspyjamas who has put quite a lot of thought into this Omegaverse thing - http://bradspyjamas.livejournal.com/13865.html and all that thought convinced me that I can handle reading one author who has impregnated (no, silly, Sherlock did the actual impregnating) John, also one of the suggested baby names on the table tickled me. Each chapter is a 221B, and it starts here with the first three. http://bradspyjamas.livejournal.com/13087.html Not all 60 chapters are yet posted, but they are written.Books! Stories! Yea!
Jul. 25th, 2012 11:01 amAmazon is finally offering the beginnings of a glimmer of an affordable way to buy used books en masse. Halleluiah! So far I’ve mainly used alibris.com to buy used books because they offer a slight discount on combined shipping if you order from the same seller, and there is always a coupon code available for at least a dollar off your order – a little silly, I know, but even a dollar saved makes me feel better.
( Cut for length and blather )
State of the fic – up to 28k words in this first section. Have thrashed out an acceptable draft of ‘the scene which would not be written’ and have decided to leave it for a little while as that whole ‘not hiding from this scene’ thing may have gone a bit bananas now. I’ve been living within it for longer than a week. I need to poke my head out and survey the rest of what needs to be done to finish this up.
To celebrate – a snippet! In fact, it’s a ‘can you guess what’s really going on here?’ snippet.
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Before the first course was served, the gentleman seated at the head of the table rose to offer a toast. He was an elderly man with hair and beard gone completely white, and he gave off a distinct air of amiable joviality. “Welcome everyone! I’ll keep it short and just remind you all to have fun and rock on while you’re visiting!”
There was a rather rousing response of, “Rock on,” from perhaps three quarters of the diners as everyone lifted a glass. John blinked and turned an inquiring gaze upon Sherlock, who looked genuinely amused for the first time since Grandmere’s dressing down.
“That is my Uncle Rocky, our host. He is Father’s elder brother and he is dotty as a loon, as you can easily infer from the fact that he allows Grandmother to inflict this yearly gathering upon his household.”
John was prevented from asking any follow-up questions because the dining partner to his other side reached over and touched her hand to his arm. Politely, John turned to her. Sherlock had introduced her as a distant cousin by the name of Claire when they had seated themselves.
“I read the news today.”
A little uncertainly, John responded, “Did you?”
She nodded. “Oh boy.”
“Erm, right.” He considered this sentiment for a second then admitted, “Yes, actually, I suppose that’s generally my reaction to the news these days. The government are certainly mucking it up, aren’t they?”
“We can work it out.”
“Yes, I suppose it will work itself out in the end; or, at least, Mycroft will do.”
“Will it bring you down?”
John considered this. “Well, he can be an annoying git, but I suppose someone has to be in charge of things.”
She nodded sagely. “Sail the ship.”
“Yeah, though I do wish he’d stop sending cars.” He frowned and decided to change the subject. “Have you come far, Claire, or do you live nearby?”
“Flew in from Miami Beach.”
“Oh, quite far then. Mrs Hudson, our landlady, lived in Miami years ago.”
“Caught the early plane back to London.”
He winced in sympathy. “Those morning flights can be murder.”
“Didn’t get to bed last night,” she agreed with a sigh.
John was starting to get an odd sort of feeling about this conversation, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on why.
( Cut for length and blather )
State of the fic – up to 28k words in this first section. Have thrashed out an acceptable draft of ‘the scene which would not be written’ and have decided to leave it for a little while as that whole ‘not hiding from this scene’ thing may have gone a bit bananas now. I’ve been living within it for longer than a week. I need to poke my head out and survey the rest of what needs to be done to finish this up.
To celebrate – a snippet! In fact, it’s a ‘can you guess what’s really going on here?’ snippet.
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Before the first course was served, the gentleman seated at the head of the table rose to offer a toast. He was an elderly man with hair and beard gone completely white, and he gave off a distinct air of amiable joviality. “Welcome everyone! I’ll keep it short and just remind you all to have fun and rock on while you’re visiting!”
There was a rather rousing response of, “Rock on,” from perhaps three quarters of the diners as everyone lifted a glass. John blinked and turned an inquiring gaze upon Sherlock, who looked genuinely amused for the first time since Grandmere’s dressing down.
“That is my Uncle Rocky, our host. He is Father’s elder brother and he is dotty as a loon, as you can easily infer from the fact that he allows Grandmother to inflict this yearly gathering upon his household.”
John was prevented from asking any follow-up questions because the dining partner to his other side reached over and touched her hand to his arm. Politely, John turned to her. Sherlock had introduced her as a distant cousin by the name of Claire when they had seated themselves.
“I read the news today.”
A little uncertainly, John responded, “Did you?”
She nodded. “Oh boy.”
“Erm, right.” He considered this sentiment for a second then admitted, “Yes, actually, I suppose that’s generally my reaction to the news these days. The government are certainly mucking it up, aren’t they?”
“We can work it out.”
“Yes, I suppose it will work itself out in the end; or, at least, Mycroft will do.”
“Will it bring you down?”
John considered this. “Well, he can be an annoying git, but I suppose someone has to be in charge of things.”
She nodded sagely. “Sail the ship.”
“Yeah, though I do wish he’d stop sending cars.” He frowned and decided to change the subject. “Have you come far, Claire, or do you live nearby?”
“Flew in from Miami Beach.”
“Oh, quite far then. Mrs Hudson, our landlady, lived in Miami years ago.”
“Caught the early plane back to London.”
He winced in sympathy. “Those morning flights can be murder.”
“Didn’t get to bed last night,” she agreed with a sigh.
John was starting to get an odd sort of feeling about this conversation, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on why.
Books! Stories! Yea!
Jul. 25th, 2012 11:01 amAmazon is finally offering the beginnings of a glimmer of an affordable way to buy used books en masse. Halleluiah! So far I’ve mainly used alibris.com to buy used books because they offer a slight discount on combined shipping if you order from the same seller, and there is always a coupon code available for at least a dollar off your order – a little silly, I know, but even a dollar saved makes me feel better.
( Cut for length and blather )
State of the fic – up to 28k words in this first section. Have thrashed out an acceptable draft of ‘the scene which would not be written’ and have decided to leave it for a little while as that whole ‘not hiding from this scene’ thing may have gone a bit bananas now. I’ve been living within it for longer than a week. I need to poke my head out and survey the rest of what needs to be done to finish this up.
To celebrate – a snippet! In fact, it’s a ‘can you guess what’s really going on here?’ snippet.
----------
Before the first course was served, the gentleman seated at the head of the table rose to offer a toast. He was an elderly man with hair and beard gone completely white, and he gave off a distinct air of amiable joviality. “Welcome everyone! I’ll keep it short and just remind you all to have fun and rock on while you’re visiting!”
There was a rather rousing response of, “Rock on,” from perhaps three quarters of the diners as everyone lifted a glass. John blinked and turned an inquiring gaze upon Sherlock, who looked genuinely amused for the first time since Grandmere’s dressing down.
“That is my Uncle Rocky, our host. He is Father’s elder brother and he is dotty as a loon, as you can easily infer from the fact that he allows Grandmother to inflict this yearly gathering upon his household.”
John was prevented from asking any follow-up questions because the dining partner to his other side reached over and touched her hand to his arm. Politely, John turned to her. Sherlock had introduced her as a distant cousin by the name of Claire when they had seated themselves.
“I read the news today.”
A little uncertainly, John responded, “Did you?”
She nodded. “Oh boy.”
“Erm, right.” He considered this sentiment for a second then admitted, “Yes, actually, I suppose that’s generally my reaction to the news these days. The government are certainly mucking it up, aren’t they?”
“We can work it out.”
“Yes, I suppose it will work itself out in the end; or, at least, Mycroft will do.”
“Will it bring you down?”
John considered this. “Well, he can be an annoying git, but I suppose someone has to be in charge of things.”
She nodded sagely. “Sail the ship.”
“Yeah, though I do wish he’d stop sending cars.” He frowned and decided to change the subject. “Have you come far, Claire, or do you live nearby?”
“Flew in from Miami Beach.”
“Oh, quite far then. Mrs Hudson, our landlady, lived in Miami years ago.”
“Caught the early plane back to London.”
He winced in sympathy. “Those morning flights can be murder.”
“Didn’t get to bed last night,” she agreed with a sigh.
John was starting to get an odd sort of feeling about this conversation, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on why.
( Cut for length and blather )
State of the fic – up to 28k words in this first section. Have thrashed out an acceptable draft of ‘the scene which would not be written’ and have decided to leave it for a little while as that whole ‘not hiding from this scene’ thing may have gone a bit bananas now. I’ve been living within it for longer than a week. I need to poke my head out and survey the rest of what needs to be done to finish this up.
To celebrate – a snippet! In fact, it’s a ‘can you guess what’s really going on here?’ snippet.
----------
Before the first course was served, the gentleman seated at the head of the table rose to offer a toast. He was an elderly man with hair and beard gone completely white, and he gave off a distinct air of amiable joviality. “Welcome everyone! I’ll keep it short and just remind you all to have fun and rock on while you’re visiting!”
There was a rather rousing response of, “Rock on,” from perhaps three quarters of the diners as everyone lifted a glass. John blinked and turned an inquiring gaze upon Sherlock, who looked genuinely amused for the first time since Grandmere’s dressing down.
“That is my Uncle Rocky, our host. He is Father’s elder brother and he is dotty as a loon, as you can easily infer from the fact that he allows Grandmother to inflict this yearly gathering upon his household.”
John was prevented from asking any follow-up questions because the dining partner to his other side reached over and touched her hand to his arm. Politely, John turned to her. Sherlock had introduced her as a distant cousin by the name of Claire when they had seated themselves.
“I read the news today.”
A little uncertainly, John responded, “Did you?”
She nodded. “Oh boy.”
“Erm, right.” He considered this sentiment for a second then admitted, “Yes, actually, I suppose that’s generally my reaction to the news these days. The government are certainly mucking it up, aren’t they?”
“We can work it out.”
“Yes, I suppose it will work itself out in the end; or, at least, Mycroft will do.”
“Will it bring you down?”
John considered this. “Well, he can be an annoying git, but I suppose someone has to be in charge of things.”
She nodded sagely. “Sail the ship.”
“Yeah, though I do wish he’d stop sending cars.” He frowned and decided to change the subject. “Have you come far, Claire, or do you live nearby?”
“Flew in from Miami Beach.”
“Oh, quite far then. Mrs Hudson, our landlady, lived in Miami years ago.”
“Caught the early plane back to London.”
He winced in sympathy. “Those morning flights can be murder.”
“Didn’t get to bed last night,” she agreed with a sigh.
John was starting to get an odd sort of feeling about this conversation, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on why.
I am so much cooler on the internet.
Jul. 8th, 2012 07:22 pmToday I met up with pargoletta for tea, lunch and a mini-lecture on Bartok, and she proved to be just as funny and eloquent in person as she is on her journal - do go read her fic Nearer My God to Thee as her rl experience informs a great case!fic and she gives us boatloads of Competent!Doctor!John as well as a wonderful Sarah.
As I am significantly less funny and eloquent in person, she asked me how I got into Sherlock and I stumbled around telling her that KR had watched it without me, mentioned it was good, and then we watched it again together, but that I hadn't gone completely around the bend until after S2 aired. Well, my origin story is actually just a little more interesting than that - not by much, but considering hers involves both a trip to England and seeing the TBB original airing plus Benedict Cumberbatch in a Harrow uniform (ETA oh yes, this could also be the story which involves her plane catching fire while landing and the plane's evacuation by emergency slide) I really felt the need to raise my game just a little now that I'm back in an environment where I'm a bit more funny and clever - with a keyboard in front of me.
Back in my very first journal entry I said:
So, if anyone cares what prompted this, keep reading.
I recently found myself writing my first fanfic. The sequence of events was something like this:
1. ABC decides to marathon aired episodes of Once Upon A Time. I fall for it and watch them all at one go. I set new eps to record.
2. Skin Deep airs - please note I’m initially unimpressed. I’m not mortally offended that they’ve made Rumpelstiltskin the Beast, I’m not comparing it to the Disney version which I have very fond memories of, I’m just kind of meh about the whole thing. It all seemed a little too easy and that sort of itched at me, but they’ve only got forty-something minutes to work with and they had to simplify.
3. I went onto LiveJournal to see what was up with the denizens and Once Upon a Time. I’ve been a casual lurker in dribs and drabs previously. I discover Rumpel/Belle is quite the discussion of the hour.
4. I start to read some of the fanfic, just because it seems like I’m getting in on the ground floor and there’s some really good stuff out there.
5. I read a few key pieces all in one day, and bam, I’m writing a story. I’m almost finished in fact and I hope to post it pretty soon which is why I took the plunge and signed up for a journal.
6. I still feel pretty meh about the characters and the episode itself. ETA - Robert Carlyle is a god, and I'm not sure why I left this off the first time.
7. I ask myself if I’ve gone crazy. I’ve written more than five thousand words about a couple that I have almost no investment in whatsoever. I’ve poured hours into it. I love my story, but where the hell did it come from?
Then, a little later I hopped on and said - OK, it's longer than I remember so I'm just linking to the original post here.
So now I've written a lot of Sherlock fic. A lot. And that - is my origin story. It still does not include BC in a Harrow uniform, alas.
pargoletta for tea, lunch and a mini-lecture on Bartok, and she proved to be just as funny and eloquent in person as she is on her journal - do go read her fic Nearer My God to Thee as her rl experience informs a great case!fic and she gives us boatloads of Competent!Doctor!John as well as a wonderful Sarah.As I am significantly less funny and eloquent in person, she asked me how I got into Sherlock and I stumbled around telling her that KR had watched it without me, mentioned it was good, and then we watched it again together, but that I hadn't gone completely around the bend until after S2 aired. Well, my origin story is actually just a little more interesting than that - not by much, but considering hers involves both a trip to England and seeing the TBB original airing plus Benedict Cumberbatch in a Harrow uniform (ETA oh yes, this could also be the story which involves her plane catching fire while landing and the plane's evacuation by emergency slide) I really felt the need to raise my game just a little now that I'm back in an environment where I'm a bit more funny and clever - with a keyboard in front of me.
Back in my very first journal entry I said:
So, if anyone cares what prompted this, keep reading.
I recently found myself writing my first fanfic. The sequence of events was something like this:
1. ABC decides to marathon aired episodes of Once Upon A Time. I fall for it and watch them all at one go. I set new eps to record.
2. Skin Deep airs - please note I’m initially unimpressed. I’m not mortally offended that they’ve made Rumpelstiltskin the Beast, I’m not comparing it to the Disney version which I have very fond memories of, I’m just kind of meh about the whole thing. It all seemed a little too easy and that sort of itched at me, but they’ve only got forty-something minutes to work with and they had to simplify.
3. I went onto LiveJournal to see what was up with the denizens and Once Upon a Time. I’ve been a casual lurker in dribs and drabs previously. I discover Rumpel/Belle is quite the discussion of the hour.
4. I start to read some of the fanfic, just because it seems like I’m getting in on the ground floor and there’s some really good stuff out there.
5. I read a few key pieces all in one day, and bam, I’m writing a story. I’m almost finished in fact and I hope to post it pretty soon which is why I took the plunge and signed up for a journal.
6. I still feel pretty meh about the characters and the episode itself. ETA - Robert Carlyle is a god, and I'm not sure why I left this off the first time.
7. I ask myself if I’ve gone crazy. I’ve written more than five thousand words about a couple that I have almost no investment in whatsoever. I’ve poured hours into it. I love my story, but where the hell did it come from?
Then, a little later I hopped on and said - OK, it's longer than I remember so I'm just linking to the original post here.
So now I've written a lot of Sherlock fic. A lot. And that - is my origin story. It still does not include BC in a Harrow uniform, alas.
I am so much cooler on the internet.
Jul. 8th, 2012 07:22 pmToday I met up with pargoletta for tea, lunch and a mini-lecture on Bartok, and she proved to be just as funny and eloquent in person as she is on her journal - do go read her fic Nearer My God to Thee as her rl experience informs a great case!fic and she gives us boatloads of Competent!Doctor!John as well as a wonderful Sarah.
As I am significantly less funny and eloquent in person, she asked me how I got into Sherlock and I stumbled around telling her that KR had watched it without me, mentioned it was good, and then we watched it again together, but that I hadn't gone completely around the bend until after S2 aired. Well, my origin story is actually just a little more interesting than that - not by much, but considering hers involves both a trip to England and seeing the TBB original airing plus Benedict Cumberbatch in a Harrow uniform (ETA oh yes, this could also be the story which involves her plane catching fire while landing and the plane's evacuation by emergency slide) I really felt the need to raise my game just a little now that I'm back in an environment where I'm a bit more funny and clever - with a keyboard in front of me.
Back in my very first journal entry I said:
So, if anyone cares what prompted this, keep reading.
I recently found myself writing my first fanfic. The sequence of events was something like this:
1. ABC decides to marathon aired episodes of Once Upon A Time. I fall for it and watch them all at one go. I set new eps to record.
2. Skin Deep airs - please note I’m initially unimpressed. I’m not mortally offended that they’ve made Rumpelstiltskin the Beast, I’m not comparing it to the Disney version which I have very fond memories of, I’m just kind of meh about the whole thing. It all seemed a little too easy and that sort of itched at me, but they’ve only got forty-something minutes to work with and they had to simplify.
3. I went onto LiveJournal to see what was up with the denizens and Once Upon a Time. I’ve been a casual lurker in dribs and drabs previously. I discover Rumpel/Belle is quite the discussion of the hour.
4. I start to read some of the fanfic, just because it seems like I’m getting in on the ground floor and there’s some really good stuff out there.
5. I read a few key pieces all in one day, and bam, I’m writing a story. I’m almost finished in fact and I hope to post it pretty soon which is why I took the plunge and signed up for a journal.
6. I still feel pretty meh about the characters and the episode itself. ETA - Robert Carlyle is a god, and I'm not sure why I left this off the first time.
7. I ask myself if I’ve gone crazy. I’ve written more than five thousand words about a couple that I have almost no investment in whatsoever. I’ve poured hours into it. I love my story, but where the hell did it come from?
Then, a little later I hopped on and said - OK, it's longer than I remember so I'm just linking to the original post here.
So now I've written a lot of Sherlock fic. A lot. And that - is my origin story. It still does not include BC in a Harrow uniform, alas.
pargoletta for tea, lunch and a mini-lecture on Bartok, and she proved to be just as funny and eloquent in person as she is on her journal - do go read her fic Nearer My God to Thee as her rl experience informs a great case!fic and she gives us boatloads of Competent!Doctor!John as well as a wonderful Sarah.As I am significantly less funny and eloquent in person, she asked me how I got into Sherlock and I stumbled around telling her that KR had watched it without me, mentioned it was good, and then we watched it again together, but that I hadn't gone completely around the bend until after S2 aired. Well, my origin story is actually just a little more interesting than that - not by much, but considering hers involves both a trip to England and seeing the TBB original airing plus Benedict Cumberbatch in a Harrow uniform (ETA oh yes, this could also be the story which involves her plane catching fire while landing and the plane's evacuation by emergency slide) I really felt the need to raise my game just a little now that I'm back in an environment where I'm a bit more funny and clever - with a keyboard in front of me.
Back in my very first journal entry I said:
So, if anyone cares what prompted this, keep reading.
I recently found myself writing my first fanfic. The sequence of events was something like this:
1. ABC decides to marathon aired episodes of Once Upon A Time. I fall for it and watch them all at one go. I set new eps to record.
2. Skin Deep airs - please note I’m initially unimpressed. I’m not mortally offended that they’ve made Rumpelstiltskin the Beast, I’m not comparing it to the Disney version which I have very fond memories of, I’m just kind of meh about the whole thing. It all seemed a little too easy and that sort of itched at me, but they’ve only got forty-something minutes to work with and they had to simplify.
3. I went onto LiveJournal to see what was up with the denizens and Once Upon a Time. I’ve been a casual lurker in dribs and drabs previously. I discover Rumpel/Belle is quite the discussion of the hour.
4. I start to read some of the fanfic, just because it seems like I’m getting in on the ground floor and there’s some really good stuff out there.
5. I read a few key pieces all in one day, and bam, I’m writing a story. I’m almost finished in fact and I hope to post it pretty soon which is why I took the plunge and signed up for a journal.
6. I still feel pretty meh about the characters and the episode itself. ETA - Robert Carlyle is a god, and I'm not sure why I left this off the first time.
7. I ask myself if I’ve gone crazy. I’ve written more than five thousand words about a couple that I have almost no investment in whatsoever. I’ve poured hours into it. I love my story, but where the hell did it come from?
Then, a little later I hopped on and said - OK, it's longer than I remember so I'm just linking to the original post here.
So now I've written a lot of Sherlock fic. A lot. And that - is my origin story. It still does not include BC in a Harrow uniform, alas.
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Jun. 24th, 2012 05:31 pmAll right, 221b_hound, this one is all you. I had just finished Not Crying: Calling, and then went out for a walk. It's odd for me to walk late rather than early, so the light was different and these flowers, which I've pictured before, were unusually Illuminated and decorated with the cobwebs of John's grief.
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221b_hound, this one is all you. I had just finished Not Crying: Calling, and then went out for a walk. It's odd for me to walk late rather than early, so the light was different and these flowers, which I've pictured before, were unusually Illuminated and decorated with the cobwebs of John's grief." />(no subject)
Jun. 24th, 2012 05:31 pmAll right, 221b_hound, this one is all you. I had just finished Not Crying: Calling, and then went out for a walk. It's odd for me to walk late rather than early, so the light was different and these flowers, which I've pictured before, were unusually Illuminated and decorated with the cobwebs of John's grief.
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221b_hound, this one is all you. I had just finished Not Crying: Calling, and then went out for a walk. It's odd for me to walk late rather than early, so the light was different and these flowers, which I've pictured before, were unusually Illuminated and decorated with the cobwebs of John's grief." />Go read this. Right now. Shoo.
I attempted to kick-start my brain on Saturday and seem to have had a delayed reaction which caused me to spend Sunday in a bit of a daze. This morning has continued apace as I have had an idea which I absolutely refuse to write. So here you go, internet, have fun. Sherlock: Choose Your Own Adventure. Someone else write this because I am absolutely not going to do so. Both feet are firmly down on this issue. It is distinctly possible that the Choose Your Own Adventure books are an entirely american phenomenon, so there may be a lot fewer takers for this scenario than say, the entirety of the Sherlock fandom community. Meanwhile I'm off and running on a new fic born almost completely of various prompts on the kink meme prompt thread. I have so much love for this thing, everyone seems to be playing happily despite the fact that there are approximately eleventy million prompts involved. Also, so far no one has complained that neither of my fills has involved any sort of actual kink or sex whatsoever. And there are gen prompts on it! Even the gen authors/readers go there to play.
I attempted to kick-start my brain on Saturday and seem to have had a delayed reaction which caused me to spend Sunday in a bit of a daze. This morning has continued apace as I have had an idea which I absolutely refuse to write. So here you go, internet, have fun. Sherlock: Choose Your Own Adventure. Someone else write this because I am absolutely not going to do so. Both feet are firmly down on this issue. It is distinctly possible that the Choose Your Own Adventure books are an entirely american phenomenon, so there may be a lot fewer takers for this scenario than say, the entirety of the Sherlock fandom community. Meanwhile I'm off and running on a new fic born almost completely of various prompts on the kink meme prompt thread. I have so much love for this thing, everyone seems to be playing happily despite the fact that there are approximately eleventy million prompts involved. Also, so far no one has complained that neither of my fills has involved any sort of actual kink or sex whatsoever. And there are gen prompts on it! Even the gen authors/readers go there to play.
Go read this. Right now. Shoo.
I attempted to kick-start my brain on Saturday and seem to have had a delayed reaction which caused me to spend Sunday in a bit of a daze. This morning has continued apace as I have had an idea which I absolutely refuse to write. So here you go, internet, have fun. Sherlock: Choose Your Own Adventure. Someone else write this because I am absolutely not going to do so. Both feet are firmly down on this issue. It is distinctly possible that the Choose Your Own Adventure books are an entirely american phenomenon, so there may be a lot fewer takers for this scenario than say, the entirety of the Sherlock fandom community. Meanwhile I'm off and running on a new fic born almost completely of various prompts on the kink meme prompt thread. I have so much love for this thing, everyone seems to be playing happily despite the fact that there are approximately eleventy million prompts involved. Also, so far no one has complained that neither of my fills has involved any sort of actual kink or sex whatsoever. And there are gen prompts on it! Even the gen authors/readers go there to play.
I attempted to kick-start my brain on Saturday and seem to have had a delayed reaction which caused me to spend Sunday in a bit of a daze. This morning has continued apace as I have had an idea which I absolutely refuse to write. So here you go, internet, have fun. Sherlock: Choose Your Own Adventure. Someone else write this because I am absolutely not going to do so. Both feet are firmly down on this issue. It is distinctly possible that the Choose Your Own Adventure books are an entirely american phenomenon, so there may be a lot fewer takers for this scenario than say, the entirety of the Sherlock fandom community. Meanwhile I'm off and running on a new fic born almost completely of various prompts on the kink meme prompt thread. I have so much love for this thing, everyone seems to be playing happily despite the fact that there are approximately eleventy million prompts involved. Also, so far no one has complained that neither of my fills has involved any sort of actual kink or sex whatsoever. And there are gen prompts on it! Even the gen authors/readers go there to play.
Once is a fluke, twice is a coincidence
Apr. 30th, 2012 12:52 pmI have one more to go before writing fanfic becomes a habit, right? Translation - I've written a Sherlock fic.
Before I start blathering - Sherlock fic rec - A Study in Kidnapping and its companion piece A Study in Rescue bydakfinv. Unbelievably wonderful.
Right. On with the blathering. Writing fic is distressing on a few levels. One - I need to finish my trip report. Two - if I am writing something other than my trip report, I should be working on the 'two half-written books' or the 'one really great idea' which might actually net me some money - ha! - eventually as they, you know, don't belong to someone else. Three - I'm not clever enough to write Sherlock fic. I am the girl who completely thought the shadowy dude in the parking garages was Moriarty the first time through A Study in Pink. Face - meet palm. Dammit - I've just put anyone reading this off reading my fic - must type something clever now - have completely failed to do so - perfect.
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Before I start blathering - Sherlock fic rec - A Study in Kidnapping and its companion piece A Study in Rescue by
dakfinv. Unbelievably wonderful.Right. On with the blathering. Writing fic is distressing on a few levels. One - I need to finish my trip report. Two - if I am writing something other than my trip report, I should be working on the 'two half-written books' or the 'one really great idea' which might actually net me some money - ha! - eventually as they, you know, don't belong to someone else. Three - I'm not clever enough to write Sherlock fic. I am the girl who completely thought the shadowy dude in the parking garages was Moriarty the first time through A Study in Pink. Face - meet palm. Dammit - I've just put anyone reading this off reading my fic - must type something clever now - have completely failed to do so - perfect.
( Read more... )
Once is a fluke, twice is a coincidence
Apr. 30th, 2012 12:52 pmI have one more to go before writing fanfic becomes a habit, right? Translation - I've written a Sherlock fic.
Before I start blathering - Sherlock fic rec - A Study in Kidnapping and its companion piece A Study in Rescue bydakfinv. Unbelievably wonderful.
Right. On with the blathering. Writing fic is distressing on a few levels. One - I need to finish my trip report. Two - if I am writing something other than my trip report, I should be working on the 'two half-written books' or the 'one really great idea' which might actually net me some money - ha! - eventually as they, you know, don't belong to someone else. Three - I'm not clever enough to write Sherlock fic. I am the girl who completely thought the shadowy dude in the parking garages was Moriarty the first time through A Study in Pink. Face - meet palm. Dammit - I've just put anyone reading this off reading my fic - must type something clever now - have completely failed to do so - perfect.
( Read more... )
Before I start blathering - Sherlock fic rec - A Study in Kidnapping and its companion piece A Study in Rescue by
dakfinv. Unbelievably wonderful.Right. On with the blathering. Writing fic is distressing on a few levels. One - I need to finish my trip report. Two - if I am writing something other than my trip report, I should be working on the 'two half-written books' or the 'one really great idea' which might actually net me some money - ha! - eventually as they, you know, don't belong to someone else. Three - I'm not clever enough to write Sherlock fic. I am the girl who completely thought the shadowy dude in the parking garages was Moriarty the first time through A Study in Pink. Face - meet palm. Dammit - I've just put anyone reading this off reading my fic - must type something clever now - have completely failed to do so - perfect.
( Read more... )
Fanfic, for me, is all about getting the characters right. I’ll state the obvious - that this is completely subjective - just to be safe. If I’m reading something and I can’t picture the character on screen doing what it is I’m reading about, I usually can’t keep on. In fact, this is why – with only a single exception so far – I don’t even attempt to write fic; it is much too difficult.
( In which I start to talk about fic and end up talking about Sherlock )
( In which I start to talk about fic and end up talking about Sherlock )
Fanfic, for me, is all about getting the characters right. I’ll state the obvious - that this is completely subjective - just to be safe. If I’m reading something and I can’t picture the character on screen doing what it is I’m reading about, I usually can’t keep on. In fact, this is why – with only a single exception so far – I don’t even attempt to write fic; it is much too difficult.
( In which I start to talk about fic and end up talking about Sherlock )
( In which I start to talk about fic and end up talking about Sherlock )
